I'll Pick You Up at 7?

he slipped her daisies through the mail slot
pressed his eye to the peep hole
and listened to her singing
on the other side of the door

she buckled her mary janes
moving with the second hand tick
waiting for a knock
on the other side of the door

her pearls gleamed in the moonlight
the smile on his face reminded her that she was lovely
tonight she would tell him
this was a gift she would treasure

her eyes twinkled in the moonlight
the smile on her face reminded him that she was lovely
tonight he would tell her
she was a girl he would treasure