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.