Sonnet 25 – Perfect Date
With prepaid card (a graduation gift)
in hand, I catch the swinging door for you.
We sit together at our booth for two,
and compromise between our tastes and thrift.
I’m never wealthy; you don’t seem to mind.
We tell the waitress that we’d like to share,
and as we wait, we hope no one will stare
at us, the happy pair at table nine.
You hold my hand beneath the table while
we split our little steak in equal parts.
You end up eating mine, but it’s okay;
I ate your potatoes. I see you smile,
and suddenly I can’t control my heart;
I’m smiling, too… It’s such a perfect date!
Iis Kusaeri said,
July 31, 2008 at 2:42 am
Wow, what a romantic date. Be happy all the time.