Romantic Dinners as
though I didn’t conceive a thought
how meeting you would wrought
such a storm of emotions, longings
in a whirlwind of summer contortions
bring new different aspects, proportions
the spring brings sun, delicate flowers,
the sky darkens sometimes for showers
yet to be with you, there is always warmth
let us sit, eat, drink, listen to the music
as the perfume of flowers, love enfold us
Categories: Poetry
And lastly the trio’s ending of not new but not really old, patiently awaiting the Muse to awake. sighhhh
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