This poem was written after I dreamed of taking a beautiful lady to dinner and buying her tea at the Ritz,a fantastic prospect
My Dear Mrs ****** by M.A.Meddings
My dear Mrs ******
Do you feel my heart tremble
And know perfectly well
How enchanted I am by you
And if you will allow
Well I am asking you now
To please have dinner with me
Therefore round about eight
I would never be late
For a lady as pretty as thee
We have a table at nine
A restaurent so fine
With an intimate combo for dancing
Then after we've ate
May be I will get
A chance to provide
Some romancing
My Dear Mrs ******
God how I did tremble
So stunning
You looked in that dress
And lord what a mess
It made
Of my resolve
Not to think like man
Its impossible you see
Well maybe for me
To prevent this throbbing heart
Since your absolute beauty
Simply enchants me
Then slowly
Takes me apart
My dear Mrs ******
You know how I tremble
When we dance so close
Dont you see
If the music is right
Then so is the night
To kiss you and
Bring you to me
We are dancing so closely
That I feel you heartbeat
Time is too soon at an end
Your taxi is waiting
I am breathless and baiting
Dare I ask to see you again
You know I will miss you
So may I just kiss you
And hope
That we will meet again
My dear Mrs ******l
Just see how I tremble
You have agreed
To meet me again
A dangerous liasion
But on this occasion
Excuse me
If I dont behave
You fly home tomorrow
Leaving me sorrow
We may never
Yet meet again
But to day if it fits
It will be tea at the ritz
And romance in the soft
Summer rain
Then maybe
Breakfast
At My Flat In London
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-12-17 at 20:33
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