Off to find
"the Swedish Place",
to see Fiona's
smiling face.
Near a corner.
River's edge,
my instructions
so allege.
And if I ever
track it down,
no longer will I
wear a frown,
but rather beam
from ear to ear,
that Fiona,
sitting near,
is no longer
just a voice
but now our charming
girl of choice.
For this
afternoon soiree
is really such
a pleasant way
to pass the time.
Converse and smile.
Enjoying life
for just a while.
This World....
a subtle rhapsody....
in sweet Fiona's
company.