On this pitch-black night, I came for you my love <br />Your case handed down from the window above <br />Clambering down to my waiting arms <br />I stroke your hair until your heart calms <br />Into the car as quiet as mice <br />Starting up we are off in a trice <br />Though those twisting lanes quite fast <br />How long will this lead of ours last? <br />Racing on to the motorway, we go <br />Rocking round corners to and fro <br />North we must go; glad there’s no traffic to slow <br />Speeding away with no delay <br />No police sitting back we pray <br />Across the border to Scotland we go <br />To Gretna Green fast, not slow <br />Later that day the preacher, we see <br />Married quickly, so happy to be<br /><br />Gordon D Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eloping-2/
