*The Look of Love*
She’s dining in the company of a very lucky gentleman — who is currently not in attendance.
She’s dining in the memory of a fine, distinguished gentleman —
Who is privileged to be this lady’s companion.
They have entered Le Dîneur d’lAmour
In spite of their Reservations.
Now, as she awaits her beaux,
She’s already dining for two.
Patrons and Couples notice this Damsel sitting by herself…and it may seem that she is alone…
Do not be fooled by an empty seat:
A Woman Like This is Never Alone.
She has eyes that sparkle like crystal chandeliers,
A mane of luscious curls that dangle with her pale green rings,
Succulent lips that speak of excursions to Paris —
With a silent expression that’s sealed with a kiss.
Set aside your menus for a moment,
And Feast Your Eyes on a Dish.
Overindulgence will blind you from her beauty, as deep pain is felt from staring at a radiance of this volume for a prolonged span…and before your date becomes wise to his or her own deficiency — It’s best that you look away.
After all, she only has eyes for one.
And as she awaits his arrival —
It’s plain to see that he is already with her.
His presence is written all over her face;
It reads: “Le Regard d’lAmour.”
And when he finally arrives…
He will be seated by the
and greeted by the
Look of Love.
Painted by Dian Bernardo
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I love the way the poetic eye roves from the lyrical to the prosey.
Such a moving poem. I think I may fall in love again….in my next lifetime. Beautiful prose.
Yes, beautiful writing! Very moving words.