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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most excellent sentiments and, like all good poetry, something I would have liked to have thought but unable to put into words.