A day away is balm for soul, I see.
My Paul and I did slip away and find
O’r fun in nearby Stillwater—the key!
‘Twas day of leisure, peace, and coffee mine
In shops about the Croix. Antiques so fine
My Paul doth love to view, though I naysay
And rest in peace, then meet we noon to dine.
In “Brine,” the café where by window, ray
Of sun doth shine upon o’r table small.
“Tis best to do the things we both enjoy
Then lie in wait to come when Paul makes call.
O’r joy doth make a meeting—strong the roar!
I love o’r time as time we make for joy.
O’r love is what doth quickly make the roar!