The soul has much to say
An ordinary, evening
To be grandiose, or simple?
Renaissance, expedition
Red ivy, seducing alabaster walls
Poor man's version, of the Cloisters
Medieval dining, present-day conversation
Or...
Perhaps, something more practical
Curtains open , two chairs facing north
Us and the moon, make three
Two glasses, half full...two souls, half empty
Tales, of past misadventures
Wondering, "Would this evening, be different?"
An even mixture, of laughter and silence
Comfortable gazes, an added twist
A stranger, in the land of no pretense
My suggestions, drip with purity
Her acceptance, confirms my charm
The night, is shaped, by our imagination
The cocktail, of new beginnings
A little romance, a little mystery
Some hesitation, some reluctance
Part giving, part taking
Good vibes, till the end
So enamored, with her inner glow
I failed to realize, the obvious
She's a sight, for my lonely eyes
Never made, too much, of this day
Valentines, has no hold, upon me
Our evening came early, by choice
We wanted it, to be ordinary
...but was it?
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An ordinary, evening
An ordinary, evening
