Blue Shorts Girl

My soul’s delight,
My blue shorts girl,
Our age is ripe
For love’s last whirl.

A lasting spin
Of joy’s loved dance
Where all is win
In true romance.

This true, this last,
This our real first,
Is our new past
That’s been reversed.

Deep love inside
We did not know,
But now, with pride,
We make it grow.

Ourselves we’ve found,
And not too late;
My blue shorts girl,
You’re my first date!

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