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”