Checkmate

Hat


Of course, it was in the bag:
Nor the sensual scent of perfume
Not a curl curled with a curling iron,
Nor the glitter of shimmering silk

Not even a spaghetti strap dress
Wave falling from the shoulders, -
You got a glimpse of it
Not daring to neglect the hat ...

You seemed to caress with your eyes
She has all the velvet smooth surface,
But you would hardly manage
Guess my eyes under the hat: Her wide brim
Half of the face was covered;
And I wanted to sit with you,
You smile endlessly

Easy to hold a glove
And ... lower my eyes down,
So that the "fateful" signet -
Your wedding ring is not to be seen ...

And you, I know, so wanted
I shyly look into my eyes,
But it was in the hat, in the hat!
I will take it off, somewhere

Hiding between the bag and the table,
Knowing no sin at all:
I think I am without a hat
Not so bad. Oh, not bad! ..