by Focus
© 2002 M. Myska, all rights reserved
I dressed nice to try and look pretty,
Chose a pants suit that showed off my form.
He was driving down from the city,
To meet me, the girl from the farm.We ate out, at a little diner.
Klutz me knocked my fork to the floor.
So I crawled under the table to get it,
Wiped it off, then ate, as before.That's when, he told me so later,
He knew I was the woman for him.
It's odd, how the heart connects sometimes
To small nothings, done on a whim.