lovely london

she met an englishman today
at thornbury castle pub
he shook her hand and asked her name
attention hitting like a drug

promise at the start of things
eyes the color aquamarine
conversation flowed with ease
the accent irrevocably enticing

surrounded by walls and tables of wood
she’s held in the palm of history’s hands
he bought a round and then sat down
catching her eye at a glance

but this was not a fairytale
a story only time could tell
enchanted in another world
lovely london cast its spell

though nothing came from the exchange
she’ll never wonder why
what’s meant to be is happening
her soul revitalized