Thank you Roland for the suggestion
Where our love first caught
There on that park bench, that’s forever ours
we sat long past cold, amidst Autumns gold
as unnoticed we stole away daylight’s hours
making up stories about the knurled windfall
a smile’s soft touch brief yet meaning so much
inching closer under a warm fancied shawl.
And our eye fixed seconds held a bit longer
that gave the knowing, feelings were growing
deeper weaving our bond tighter and stronger
until we surrendered to that neither had sought
and there in November mist, we finally kissed
a camera shutter click and our love first caught.