Horseplay in the corridor br but where was our first kiss? br Was it in my dinky room? br The taste of balmy bliss br br Cycling on the ring road br the rolling ups and downs br towards your pretty garden br the foxglove’s drooping gowns br br Your eyes were bright and bold br like the big city lights br we fumbled with new words br shaped by the sleepless nights br br You took me to Cottage Road br to see a soppy show br I stretched a nervous arm br through the celluloid glow br br A Slimline Bitter Lemon br a pint of foaming ale br in the noisy pub later br our romance seemed to fail br br Wandering round the market br and in the Corn Exchange br through the glass arcades br loose light will always change br br We had a day in Ripon br and came back on the bus br between the Sunday sheets br there was nothing, but us br br The outside world retreated br so buoyant in your sleep br I woke you with a gentle kiss br and it was pure and deepbr br Paul Judgesbr br