He looked at her

she looked at him

he hoped this wasn’t just a whim

They shared a kiss

played with each other’s hair

deep feelings of passion in the air

They fumbled

and tumbled

to the ground

to late to bring themselves around

Caught in a lovers embrace

there was only one ending to this race

It’s all done

passion has won

why didn’t they feel great

want to celebrate

instead they both wanted to run

She thought of a line she’d

been shown once to empower

head held low, she whispered

“nothing can bring back

the hour of splendour in the grass,

of glory in the flower”