Surrounded by a dozen people,
We are all alone
At a table for two.
Simple things –
Sandwiches and juice,
Daisies in soda bottles,
Holding hands
While Mozart and rainbows
Fill the air –
Are romance to me
When I am here with you.
The old house,
Now the newest trend in dining,
Is ours in so many ways,
And it always will be.
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