On a Sunday he would always sleep
He never had a date to keep
He’d sleep till noon then have some food
Then waste the day, in relaxed mood
But not today as he went out
He needed air and walked about
Normally he’d stay alone and just text on his mobile phone
But while he walked and saw the sun he saw a girl having some fun
She painted sky’s and drew in trees
She made the art on bended knees
And as they spoke he found her fair
Her bright red lips her alban hair
He lost his heart and he found hers
In him deep affection stirs
And now the two are hand in glove
Safely held in their true love