THE BEAUTY IN THE PARK

The Beauty,
Small smile on the corner,
In his hand;
His little mirror.
She looks at herself.
What about her lipstick?
Does she think right?
Yes it is perfect...
Sitting in the park,
At his favorite table;
Under of a chestnut tree.
This is the spring.
Ray of sunshine.
She is hot,
In his coat.
She would like,
Have a drink...
She’s waiting for the waiter.
A Sodas,
Does she say that?
Where, not a lemonade?
What will she have?
Sitting under his chestnut;
In this park,
Delighted,
She takes her time,
Patient.
Waiting for her friend.