A train journey, from Paris to Spain

At the station am I.

I have missed my flight, I am in the midst of the darkest night,

Waiting for my train to arrive, swiftly I disturb my sight,

Is it the train’s light? I guess no.

I perceive something bright, my vision is outright, I see a lady in white.

I pretend not to see you, I stir my eyes away, but I keep them in angle slight.

Goodness gracious! You’re pretty.

I dream, you make me go on my feet, and the entire Paris city.

I see you pull in the train.

Sweet and engaging will be this journey be, from Paris to Spain.

I take the seat right opposite of yours.

And I see your face for the first time.

You order a grey goose martini garnished with a twist of lime.

I hand over the bar person a sonnet of dime.

Please, the drinks’ on me.

You may wish to offer me with one, it’s a long journey.

Sure thing, and thank you.

Shall we order something more while we enjoy the view?

Ammm.. well there’s a lot eat, on the menu, something new?

Roasted garlic chicken with some apple stew?

I’d love that, would certainly do.

In my mind I thank the almighty,

Had he not have me missed my flight,  
I would have never met this pretty little lady.

To be continued...

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