They sat on a bench in Berkeley Square
She in a pale yellow dress
caught pretty in the sunshine
He in a shirt and trousers
and a navy jacket in his suitcase
They watched a slow stream of passers by
walking by, strolling by...
While he asked her a question she wasn't expecting
underneath the trees...
"Will you marry me?"
or some other words he uttered, nervously...
So hand in hand, with tears and smiles, they sat
on a bench in Berkeley Square.
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