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of a mutual friend. Sparks were flying, from the holiday's trend. Flirting came easy, then I thought, "should i dare?"... I doubted you'd mind, If I braided your hair. As a matter of fact, I think I was right; that may have been, my best idea of the night. Talking and laughing, consuming libations; just a good time, with no expectations. Then voices around me, but I heard not a sound; soon fixed on your eyes, as if no one was around. A kiss interrupted, but sweet just the same, stopped by the laughter, from hearing our names. We soon disappeared, into the night; I think it was fireworks, that made the sky bright. But In the holiday's honor, down by the lake; more sparks were flying, there was no mistake! 7-9-03 |