A Destiny Of Dinner For Two - Poem by RIC BASTASA

when it is meant to be yours
it will be yours and it simply happens
without you doing anything as though

chairs move by themselves with the table
too and the plates and saucers and forks and
spoons and mantels and in a synchronized
motion they make a table for you and

there you sit with me with a rose
at the center with the candle lighting
us thorough: 'it is dinner time, my love'.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about A Destiny Of Dinner For Two by RIC BASTASA

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/19/2016 4:15:00 PM)

    Wow...chairs move by themselves with the table
    too...Very amazing expression of love shared really. Wisely drafted and shared.10
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 19, 2016

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