975: In A Lone Park
On a bright sunny Sunday morn,
The huge park, you and me adorn,
Why is the busy place so lonely today?
To give us our privacy of the day?
We accept with grace,
Plant each other a kiss,
Safety of my darling I was concerned,
Boarded the bus back, taking hers in my hand,
We still had some more of the borrowed time,
It wasn’t the hour yet to dine.