She plucked a blossom fair to see; <br />Upon my coat I let her pin it; <br />And thus we stood beneath the tree <br />A minute. <br /> <br />She turned her smiling face to me; <br />I saw a roguish sweetness in it; <br />I kissed her once;—it took, maybe, <br />A minute. <br /> <br />The time was paltry, you’ll agree; <br />It took but little to begin it; <br />But since my heart has not been free <br />A minute.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-minute-5/
