For those who don't believe in chance
It was destiny when they met
Both being at the pub
And at the dance.
But in the High Street of all places
She chases him, spilling apples
Around a tree
And when they embrace and kiss
It's as if they want the whole world to see.
But I find it strange
No one tells them
Feelings change, so much happens
To get in the way
Of so many good intentions
Oh well, let them
Enjoy their moment
While they can.
The moment of love.