Come, my dear
And join me
For a candlelit
Dinner for two
Where I will
Wine and dine
You to your
Heart's content
We’ll talk about
Our love as
We eat a
Stuffed pheasant
As I ply you with
The best champagne
Money can buy
We’ll reminisce
About our past
As we discuss
Our future together
As I re-affirm
My love for you
My angel
My love
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By Katherine D. Graham6 days ago in Wander
Comments (3)
I think you mean stuffed peasant* instead of pheasant 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sorry couldn't help myself. Loved your poem!
Yes, let's. This is beautiful, Mother.
Wow, she is playing hard to get!