A June morning.

Blazing sunshine.

It was hot. 

Not a drop.

Their eyes clashed.

She blushed.

He looked away.

A hot flush.

Seven days more.

She wrote a note.

He raced through it.

His heart skipped many a beat.

She loved white.

She was shy.

He was true.

He loved to write.

In love like this,

He hadn’t been before.

Not a word, not a smile.

Only the eyes.

It was tough 

To genuinely love.

So they quit.

That was it.

Thirty years.

Far away from her.

He cried.

She knew he tried.