Monday Start of my holiday, Freedom for just one week, Feels good to get away. Tuesday Saw him down on the beach, I stood and watched a while, He looked and smiled at me. Wednesday I didn't see him, I hoped that he'd be back tomorrow. And then on Thursday My luck had changed, He stood there all alone, I went and ask his name. I never thought that this could happen to me, In only seven days. It would take a hundred and more, For memories to fade. I wish Friday Would last forever, I held him close to me, I couldn't bear to leave him there. Saturday Just twenty-four hours, Oh no: I'm going back home on Sunday.