There he was,
As she waited for him,
A drop of sweat running down her neck-line,
He watched her standing still,
There was an awkward silence,
The eyes did all the talking,
They kept on standing for a while,
Until, she took a step forward,
He got nervous,
There was a sudden rush in him,
She came closer,
Pulled out his tie,
He then chocked,
She smiled and leaned on him to ease him out,
He felt safe with her,
He liked it,
Served in the goblet was the wine of love,
They made it all night long
Being unaware of what was reserved,
The morning sun shined on its way,
He laid dead,
She wore back her LBD,
And walked her way out..
Who knew love was sold in cheap wine bottles,
Though, his was marked with a solitaire… !