An empty bench beckoning come
Hibiscus in bloom a bit too soon.
Clearly the bench needed occupants
It's a reprisal and a quiet retreat.

The bench in the garden 'ever so true
A perfect place to snap a picture or two.
Skies above are beautifully blue.
The garden bench was without a doubt
A conversation place for what life’s about.

A place to watch the sun slips out of view
At the end of the day I’d be leaving too
My lips curve into a smile, yes it’s so true
Enter here a man, I never knew.

In conversation on that garden bench
Words gallantly sparking a fire it’s true
Caution warns me, take care, you two.
As conversations go, someone’s blue.

Skilled words, like weaving a spider's web.
Intrigued, yet neither one had a clue
Who'd knew it'll be me that captivated you.
Deep from within a war begin waging too.

 
Speaking words, igniting a spark, that’s new.
No objection voiced of woes from you.
I was looking to snap a photo or two.
On the bench in that garden, we sat.

 
Fragrant flowers surrounding our rest
No boundary; is that how people get?
Freely conversing in a garden bench.
He’s not free to speak, I didn’t know.

 
My inner thoughts did not affect my face.
Something is wrong here today, I’d say.
I can't be sure but it's this way,
I'd say, nothing ventured, nothing gained,

 
He’s already taken, married; now I know.
Nervous too, please God don’t let it show.
Wondering does this man have exotic taste?
I bit my tongue and try to hide my face.
Goodbye; this bench is not my parking space.

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