As we sit here and dine,
The candles are lit,
With two glasses of wine,
And your humorous wit,
What a glorious night
To be out on the town,
With the man that I love
In my evening gown.
Soon his eyes met mine
As my heart skipped a beat,
Everything will be fine
Till the next time we meet.
Debora Soramaki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fine-dining/
