Weekend Love

I made him love me on a Friday.
Out of sight? Damn right!
Kisses stolen in the theater.
Looks shared in the light.

He made me love him that Saturday.
Blown away? True cliché.
Good food. Great conversation.
Emotions flung straight to amazing.

We hit the stars on Sunday.
Loving free? Possibly.
Holding hands while we danced.
Could've carved a heart on a tree.

It had to end that Monday.
Real life again? You got it friend.
But I only have to endure four days
till we repeat it on the weekend.

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