Flames light the candles.
The bottle pours the wine.
The radio plays the music.
The candle light dances off the walls.
The smell of vanilla surrounds the room.
A clear night sky
from the window beside the table.
Fresh cut vegetable's.
Golden piece of chicken
covered in a honey glaze.
Poor more water for the roses.
Sniff them to make sure they are right.
Spend two hours on myself
making sure my hair is right.
Have to make this perfect,
because I have a perfect wife.
You say you want thoughts, so I'll give you mine momentarily.
Just one spelling error I see, probably an typing error.
'Poor* more water for the roses.
Sniff them to make sure they are right.'
Otherwise, the formatting is excellent. It is good free verse. Well written, and all that jazz.
Now for my thoughts:
With your words you lay out a perfect and quite romantic setting. The personification for the flames, bottle, and radio adds an air of mystery to your poem. Well said.
The second stanza probably draws me in most. Or it could be the third because I have an obsession with food of any sort.
Although, I would have to say that second stanza is my favorite. Great wording, a wonderful setting. Your wife would be in awe. :)
Roses may be cliché, but they are still romantic eh?
How sweet, trying to make everything absolutely perfect for a perfect wife. This is a truely wonderful read. I enjoyed it.
I'll have to check out some more of your writing.
|| Posted on 2006-11-03 00:00:00 | by Saiyura | [ Reply to This ] || that is so wiil put..also so sweet..i liked it..good job..very nice read..||| Posted on 2006-11-03 00:00:00 | by DeathsWife | [ Reply to This ] |