Mr barrister, I knew you in a dream

In springs long gone

You were the one

That awoke a stirring within me.

The one that made me think

About who I might be,

Who made me see,

The vibrant colours on the brink

Of my own spring dawn,

Mr barrister, flat white no foam,

Warm my heart of stone,

To this day I’d fawn,

Your beauty never faded,

But I’d never say out loud, not once, not ever.