Sweet Dinner Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Sweet Dinner
Pasta is ready
For a sweet dinner,
Plates laid on the table,
One for you and one for me,
Candles in between,
Shadows dance,
Roses sing,
Silver gleams,
Diamond on my ring
Shines at our love,
as I serve, talking
Hundred to a dozen
Tuck my hair behind
My ear and smile,
My love, it would be
Be better if you
Did stop looking
At me dreamily,
For pasta is ready
For a sweet dinner
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4/26/2024 8:43:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a sweet and aristocratic dinner, I am already starving for pasta.