Romance Poetry

The music played delicately

in the background as the two

lovers stared into each other’s

eyes. The white tablecloth shimmered

in the candle light under the

lovers hand holding across the

table.

The meal was finished and

the wait staff had cleared the

plates and silverware. A bottle

of red wine remained with two

mostly empty glasses. The lovers

had declined any dessert and never

stopped looking at each other.

The time seemed to slow as

the lovers connected, yet it

was going too fast and neither

wanted it to end as quickly as it

had started. They wanted to linger

in the embrace of their eyes, waiting

for that kiss.

The ambiance lent itself to mystery,

intrigue and desire. It was moody and

dark, bathed in 1940’s noir and neon.

The lover’s eyes twinkled in the dim

flickers of candle flames and electric

romance.  

“Should we go,” asked Brian.

“I think we should,” smiled Allen.

“Happy 20^th Anniversary,” said Brian.

“Happy 20^th,” said Allen.

They stood, they kissed, like the first

time. The room applauded.