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