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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Broken Engagement, page 3 of 4</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In Paris, I quickly settled my<br>Business, so had time<br>To spend with Mary. 'I'm<br>Taking you to dinner<br>My dearest Fairy Queen, <br>And we shall have<br>The finest French cuisine<br>At that cafe you love! '<br>As we were sitting there, <br>After our repast, <br>Relaxing in our chairs, <br>Something caught my eye.<br>An elderly couple came<br>Into the cafe and sat<br>So close I heard a name<br>I hadn't heard in years.<br>Then, in shock, I realized<br>The woman was my love<br>Of long ago; those eyes<br>Were so familiar.<br>Excusing myself to Mary, <br>I stood and approached<br>The nearby table, wary<br>I might be wrong.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=575569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'M'sieur, Madame, me pardonner, <br>Vous semblez familier à moi; <br>Nous n'avons pas rencontré? <br>Pardonner mon français brut.'<br>'Vat iss he zayink? Shpeak<br>Hup! I cannot hear! '<br>Said the old man, whose beak<br>Twitched as he spoke.<br>The woman turned with malice<br>In her eyes to see who<br>Was interrupting. It was Alice, <br>My long-ago fiancee<br>'Walter! My god, it's you! '<br>She nearly upset her chair; <br>I replied, 'How do you do? '<br>She had aged terribly.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Bliven+Morin">John Bliven Morin</a></strong></div>