this is the poem i hope to someday write
at an italian restaurant
an intimate romantic setting
the wine is dry and the candle light soft
the woman you love sits across the table
time together, this moment
is an eclipse in space
powerful enough at its vortex
to reap the past
and suck back the future
into one clear instant
where all colour becomes light
her hand in yours
the dinner sublime
winding down
somewhere there is music
you can taste the borrollo as memory
in this instant
this one moment of purity
you see all light, future, joy
in what common sense dictates
are the extraordinary eyes of your love
this is the poem i hope to someday write
the poem where i dedicate myself
to beauty as clear as yours
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