I sit and watch from not too far
and know not who they are.

One man, one woman sit and gaze.
How sweet it is the courting phase

New lovers hearts do skip and swoon
Two hearts so close they beat in tune
My eyes see desire bloom

The touch of hand
and meet of eye
Such lips of red
Each hope to try

They walk on home hand in hand
Knowing what each has planed

Too soon the lovers walk on by
and pass beyond my watchful eye....