Chrissy's Song

He surprised her, when, out of nowhere, he recited poetry.

“Snow blonde curls,
Girl of my heart,
Meet me at the baseball park.
Don’t say a word,
Just hold my hand,
My fire inside,
I’ll be your man.”

	Chrissy was not a typically girly girl, but at this, her heart skipped a beat. She threw her arms around his neck, kissing his face and lips. “That was beautiful,” she said. “Were you planning that all night?”
	“It was actually spontaneous,” he proclaimed proudly. They kissed again, then went home. It had been a perfect night.