She wants a poem
Read to her by candlelight
While she sits at a small table
This would be sheer delight
She would like live music too
In the background I suppose
A stark white tablecloth with
A single rose
Don't forget the wine
A white wine '03 or '02
Slightly chilled
Will do
This should be a special poem
One she could say is mine
If she only knew a poet
Regardless of the rhyme
Who will read it to her
Does he need special clothes
Or just a sincere voice and a wine glass
To go with the single rose
This is the poem I want written for me by my love But, alas, it was written for someone else, by someone else's lover. x
A single rose and an eloquent poem. What could be more romantic? beautiful write, Tom. As always, Sandra
One red rose can declare your love Much more effiiciently tham mere words It show you value her above all other women: it's absurd to think she does not understand Her intuition will advise. Your heart is hers to command. She reads the message in your eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He just needs to be madly in love with her Tom! Oh for the simple pleasure of life...A very romantic, though tongue in cheek somewhere along the lines poem. Yes my compression was rather getting down to the nitty gritty after dinner pleasures indeed. Smiling at you, Tai