The Lover

Dinner for one and candle light
Soft, romantic music on a friday night

The lover is deafened by the silent phone
The lover sits at home alone

In front of the fire, nice and warm
From his eyes, a tempest; a storm

A vase of flowers; pink and red
"To my love," the little card read

But with no one to give them to
They wither away, it's sad but true

Gentlemanly manners & chivalrous tasks
But a princess this prince charming lacks

Poetic acclaimations & Shakespearean praise
But the only answer this poet gets is "nay"

Dancing a slow dance, the lover moans
For the lover, sadly dances alone

~Joseph M. Barat © Copyright 1995 by Devyn