I waited in the garden where you lunch,
Carefully I planned what I would say.
“Isn’t it lovely and quiet here?
And such a gorgeous day!”
And you responded pleasantly,
Gave me such a smile.
I took your hand in my hand.
We chatted for a while
Of sandwiches and weather vanes,
Of lavender and bees,
Of weathered bricks and fountains
And overhanging trees.
And then we heard the church-bell chime
And shyly rose to go
And agreed to meet tomorrow
Tho’ I know it won’t be so
Because today’s another Sunday…
But I promise I will speak
Or if not then