"Are you ready to order?"
The waitress asked with a smile
When she came back
Minutes after she gave me the menu sheet.
"Give me another minute," I pleaded
But before I entered the dinner
I knew what I wanted.
My tongue had been asking
For a taste of you
But you were not on the menu.
"Pardon me," She said
As if she didn't hear me
When she came back for my order
And I mentioned your name
In a slip of tongue
"I am sorry, I will just have salad," I said.
She then asked for what I'd have to drink,
And all I could wish for was a sip of you.
But they weren't serving you
So I just ordered red wine.
