The Booth Not Taken

Two souls converged with certitude,
Thinking each could take a booth.
But the host would not give latitude,
Nor accept any contrary attitude;
Since one person per booth is uncouth.

One sat first in turn, as is fair,
While the other came within his gaze;
For then he witnessed a scene so rare,
An exquisite beauty standing there
Who set his interest all ablaze.

When she landed one table away,
His ears were treated to a sweet sound.
Oh, what a song to fill the day!
Not knowing how she came that way,
His curiosity became unbound.

I’m from an isle of dance and blue sky,
A land of coconuts and balmy sea breezes.
It is found on a route less traveled by;
And if you go, you will testify:
Like me, it’s a paradise that never ceases.

Destiny smiled when a booth was denied,
A fact that cannot be unmade.
Their attention grew deep and magnified,
Something they could not long hide.
This is how the path to love was laid!

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