​The two lovers met daily

At the same park, the same time, the same iron bench

Their rendezvous, a private affair.

It knew everything,

The promises they made

The fights they had

The stolen kisses

The wishful dreams
A beautiful view it was, 

A beautiful story it was

And the bench it’s witness.
It saw the boy falter in his speech when he saw her

It saw him become a man and share responsibilities of his father
It saw him evolve, it saw them grow closer. 


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