A walk, just a walk
Through harbour town streets
With friend (dressed to kill)
New shoes on her feet.
A walk, just a walk;
Slow cobbled hill creep.
Companion constrained,
By heels likewise steep.

A meal, just a meal
In bistro by quay.
At table in sunshine
So ‘people’ can see.
A meal, just a meal
With tales to talk of,
With… revelation
Of impossible love!

A man, just a man
Met perchance in a bar.
Enchanting, enticing;
Seduced by his charm.
A man, just a man
Out on display,
But in truth he is taken:
Not really for sale

Not just a walk,
A walk ‘long treacherous path,
With dilemmas abundant,
Wrestling sense against heart.
Not just a walk,
A walk that must have an end.
Where genuine love
Finds a wonderful friend.