Brookley Blossoms

Eleanor danced where the curtains rise. Sold tickets with a spark in

her eyes. Sylvester wore his uniform, blue and proud. A sergeant's stride,

head in the clouds. They shared a milkshake, hands would brush.

Time slowed down, no need to rush. Brookley blossoms, love in bloom.

A war outside, but they made room. Too young, they said.

Too fast, they warned. But hearts like theirs, they

can't be torn. Parents frowned, said, "It's not your time."

Eleanor swore love was no crime. Dates turned into whispers and plans. Sylvester