*(Please read all the way through)
My dear Margarita,
Until I met you
Never had my lips been so touched,
Your very being stirred my soul.
Never had I been so awakened,
Your very sight brought me to life.
Never had a presence,
Caused such happiness in me.
Never had an appearance,
Given such splendor to a moment.
I had never known sorrow,
Until I ached from your distance.
I had never known devotion,
Until you tested my faith.
Never had I thought of love,
And known it to be true.
Never had my heart been lost,
Until I met you…
My Pizza Margarita…
*
Our favorite pizza place, Mimmo’s, is closed on Monday’s… I can hardly stand the thought…
* this is borrowed and adapted from a poem of love that I once wrote…
Can you send me a pizza? I really miss it – I would even eat a Margarita now…
You look so happy together
Your poem brought a smile to my face and may change my dinner plans…thanks!
glad to hear it… hope you have a good pizza place nearby…
we were made for each other…
what, no Italians in Bhopal?
First Breadaux, now this
hhh,at first , w well written poem with a final anti-climax at the end so to speak , lovely!
aaaahhh…. i was so mesmerised by the usage of words that had i not seen the pic or the last line.. i would have definitely thought this one’s for your lady love..
absolutely fantastic i must say..
err.. just a doubt… does that mean men love food more than women
really glad you liked it… they do say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach…