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Fine Dining

As we sit here and dine,
The candles are lit,
With two glasses of wine,
And your humorous wit,
What a glorious night
To be out on the town,
With the man that I love
In my evening gown.
Soon his eyes met mine
As my heart skipped a beat,
Everything will be fine
Till the next time we meet.

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Comments (1)

Most excellent sentiments and, like all good poetry, something I would have liked to have thought but unable to put into words.