In the middle of a confused day,
The sort when sun and clouds
hide and seek play,
A messaged beeped and brought out the sun,
"I shall see you at eight"
She beamed and felt a rush,
The rush of a first date!
What do I wear, was her first thought,
Before too many thoughts came pouring in a lot,
What would we talk about, how would it be?
The way he truly is, will I get to see?
Her chain of thoughts was broken
as the clock struck an hour,
She realized looking at the clock,
Eight is not that far!
Looking dapper, flowers in hand,
He arrived not a minute late,
Checked herself out for the last time,
Wearing a lovely smile, she greeted him,
Knowing she was ready
for her date at eight!