Quiet Nights

Für meine Liebe Ever unsure of what we ought to do!Imagination always running dry,As plans we try and make, just me and you.Perchance could we drive, train, or even fly;Or just a night at home—we get so few! I think we’ve still a half-bottle of wine,The balsamic—grab—oil, and romaine—Lefto’ers, the main dish upon which weContinue reading “Quiet Nights”