A therapist in the park Hardly do you meet therapist at parks for a session But I guess there’s always a first time Especially for someone like me on a love pension It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, With everything in the sky shinning but the moon We knew what was about to happen A heavy rain of warm fuzzies feelings to sharpen Her train driver step so hard she arrived ahead of time. I could feel the butterflies in my tummy as it chime probably a rough jogging of chyme Not that we were immune to the drizzling rain, just that her line of questions couldn’t make me any sweat-soaked, so I chose to remain because there was everything to gain It was the first time I was out of my mind because of someone I could not look at twice I didn’t mind buying thrice any moment with her without asking of price Her thunderous smile To have a tinny glimpse, I’ll travel a thousand mile And yes! Her dimple so pure and natural anyone could hardly ...