Perfect Night #842

poem by: Wendy Darling
Written on Jan 15, 2017

He picks me up like always.
We drive awhile to find the 
Perfect place to eat.

Opening the door for me,
He makes me feel like a queen.

The waiter is perfect.
The table is perfect.
Dinner is perfect.

We laugh and tell stories.
I tie up my hair,
He tells me to leave it down,
Keep it soft.
And I do.

He drives me home
And I invite him in
To open his present.
I chose the perfect wrapping
His favorite colors.

He says 'you made it yourself?'
I did, but I feel awkward.
I chose each part, searched for hours.
Made the perfect present.
Embarrassed, I mutter something
Ridiculous.

A touch of the small of my back,
Lingering hug and a kiss on my cheek.
Standing at the bottom of the steps,
He smiles up at me.

I had a nice time, he says.
His stance is perfect.
His smile is perfect.
The porch light on
his face is perfect.

Come back inside, I whisper.
But, he's already gone.

 

Tags: love, hope,

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Josephina DeGraeve commented:
Well written, the words flow very nice and smooth, and it is heartfelt.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
The perfect gentleman, hard to find these days, but wish he'd stayed, next time maybe...well done.
Christopher Russon commented on May 04, 2018 at 9:40pm
A perfect night to remember. Excelent.

 

 

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