Something in the way he smiles draws my attention
Soft woollen sweater draped casually across broad shoulders
Sunglasses pushed up on his forehead as he reads the menu
Sipping a glass of red wine he looks out across the piazza
Stealing a sly glance I catch his eye
Smiling widely he raises his glass I respond with mine
She walks from behind me and takes the seat beside him
Slow blush flares on my cheeks I lower my head hiding my embarrassment
Soft caresses tenderly whispered words of love
Stabs of jealousy surface and are gone
Sure in his affection wrapped in his arms she turns towards me
Smiling she raises his glass I smile and raise mine to her
Silently acknowledging her youth and beauty
Surprised by the happiness I feel for these two lovers
Strangers yet universally recognised
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Did something similar once. Except we were waving (I had thought) at each other. Nice poem. Have a wonderful day.
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Thank you so much. Lovely to hear from you and pleased you liked the poem.
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