to sow v.

Many times we have met,

Though fewer times of late,

Yet one is vivid in my mind,

A thought I can't abate.

Dressed in black from head to toe,

Were you that fateful eve,

And I in cream and navy blue,

But you I did deceive.

Brown is my hair in colour,

And long is it in length;

What I lack in experience,

I make up for in strength.

If this is not enough,

To satiate your thirst,

You'll have to wait another day,

'Til March the 21st.

A.F.