Yellow tiles and silverware
Come, let me play with your hair
The patrons glance but I don't care
There's only room for two
Come, let me play with your hair
My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries
There's only room for two
Your eyes make music like violins
My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries
An engagement ring floats in a flute glass
Your eyes make music like violins
Joy to kiss your lips all night
Artwork By Joseph Lorusso
15 comments:
Love the beautiful repetition in your poem ....
Romance served on a plate. Love this! The ring puts the seal on it. I really like the form of your poem as well as the content.
Amazingly romantic... And a unique style of poem writing... Enjoyed!!!
Picturesque and idyllic. Well done.
Aaawww to be in love. I wonder if anyone was watching. Silly thought but public displays of affection are sweet as long as they aren't too heated. I enjoyed the poem and the repetition. Thanks for the beautiful imagery.
love this!
very romantic! well done. love the image too.
Romance is the word <3 Beautiful :)
Wow ... this is beautiful ... I loved the stress on playing with hair !!!
*sigh*
just lovely
=)
Love the form in this....beautiful writing indeed! :-)
There is a place for only two. Well said.
Love it, W.G. ~~ My favorite line is "My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries ..."
I proposed to Mrs. Jim after we ate at a Mexicon restaurant. That wasn't as romantic, no strawberries.
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I forgot to come back the other day, sorry to be late like this.
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Romance is delicious
Romance is delicious
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