I'm booked at the Hilton,
the top floor pavilion
city skyline overlooking ,
a corner table o' checks sublime
telling a rosebud astride in the middle ,
o'er a German silver thistle
- you're to please , this 's my table
a table for two only ;
music of a band , glow of candlelight,
they shalt lilt , not hold sway;
savor of cognac , as slowly -
yes , very slowly
your toe touching ,
the soup just arriving ...
Interestingly circumspect.
thank you sir for the loving words.
Intriguing and poignant.