Fresh ink..

[dramatis_dorkus]

Here's a new one, for those who read them anyway...

There's an old bench down the street
crack and grey, slowly whithering away
Where two old people take a seat
Everyday, on their way
Behind their backs they carved their names
Fifty years ago, so all would know their love was true
And everytime he takes her hand
She will smile and he will say, "Yes, I do love you"

And there was something in his eyes
That I once saw in yours
And there was something in his eyes
That I once saw in yours