There she stood, a metre away,
Her blond hair blowing, merry and gay
She wore a dress, blued, matching her eyes
I stood there glued, dreaming our ties

We were in a field, full of trees-
I wanted to her seize, but my hands were full of grease
She was rich and I the opposite
And my house was just a ditch, for us unfit

I looked at her just a dare
Suddenly she saw me, she looked so fair
She came to me, and sat beside me
“What are you doing? I'm Lee”

I knew it was a dream, which would end in a second
By the sun’s gleam, I do recon
But my yield, thoughts away
As the blond sealed, I say

She didn’t give a chance,
Only a glance
On next opportunity-
I’ll take her to France!

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