Muslin
He put on his heart
His shirt and his cane,
And it came out in the sunlight,
Smiling and willing to play your chance.
Always wanted to be punctual
It was not something that at his age
I could claim him
Matters, which he respected on a regular basis.
He consulted his feelings again
And from the first seat
He reviewed with attention.
She is a widow without fortune
And the one man with tenderness
And even a rest of passion,
It's been so much winter that they're alone
Sheltering with decorum
What time took.
That has no case for anyone
Do not dance when there is a dance
Or die without love.
... And on the train he was convinced
that in matters of love
There are no longer any age limits.
Load seventy-one peak and a triumphant air
She is in sixty-three
And they squeeze him in the feet
The high heels,
Funny and flirtatious waiting in the corner of the bar.
Looks rouge and glitter
And a muslin tailleur
And a funny pin.
He offers her flowers gently and the sun fades.
It's been so much winter ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)