Cherry blossoms fall like pink tinted snow flakes as you park your convertable at Lover's Lane. Doing the infamous 'yawn and stretch', your arm sneaks around Susie Ann, your poodle skirt clad steady, and you gaze around the moonlit landscape. Romantic? Yes, quite, in fact. Never mind the creepy arch of a weeping willow that overlooks the green coated pond, or the shadows that seem to loom threateningly around the old gazebo. You don't mind, in fact, it makes Susie Ann cuddle a little closer than maybe she usually would.

There's a smattering of cars parked here and there, the sound of 'Blueberry Hill' heard on someone's car radio, amidst a giggle or two emitted now and again. The noise of the crickets fills the spring air, and you hear the wet sound of a fish jumping out of the pond once in a while in pursuit of a flying insect. Your hand sneaks a little further south, the blushing Susie Ann not objecting yet, but leaning a little closer still, with the creak of vinyl and the soft scent of perfume as she scoots next to you. Will tonight be the night? Patience.....only time will tell.....

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