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Special memories of you
Though you're no longer with me It doesn't mean that I, can't think About you sometimes, you're still My Valentine. Get the dinner table Ready for a special meal for two Special soft light, special music Special memories of you
My heart can't wait till Tuesday I've a menu on my mind, A Ballotine of ham hock, a candied Walnut side. Braised shoulder loin Of lamb for mains, peas, rosemary Lamb ju, a champagne sorbet flute On ice and petit fours for two
The table's set for nine o'clock, I'll Wear my cummerbund, a white tie Seems appropriate for Valentines In love. We'll eat and drink and do The things we once enjoyed so Much and when the clock strikes 1am - I'll reluctantly wake up
©Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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