Dinner For Two
Dinner at eight
Winter soup and roast
both ready
A candle lit
table for two
An empty vase
without any flowers
My welcome carpet
awaiting you
Slow cooked mulled wine
fills the hallway
with an aromatic scent
of cinnamon and spice
The fire's embers glowing
a sparkle in my eyes.
Clothes, all the best I tried
Wanting to be perfect
when he gets by my side.
Needing to impress
I put on my make up
a sweetened perfume
and a strapless red dress.
I let my hair cascade
whilst thinking of my date
wondering if one can fall in young love
again
Am i not too old?
isn't it too late?
I walked down the stairs
and dimmed the light
Put on some soft jazzy music
and waited the night
Ready since four
Showered and shaved
Splashed on some Acqua Di Gio
Freshly pressed pants
Midnight blue polo shirt
Listening to some love songs
practicing my best dance moves
singing along
why does waiting take so long?
Thinking about tonight
My heart beats stronger
What will I say?
Will we embrace?
Will you ask me to stay?
Eight o'clock sharp
I walk up to your door
palms sweaty
throat dry
holding my breath
and a single red rose
slowly the door opens
our eyes meet
you smile
inviting me in
Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2014
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