Candle Lit Dinner (What She Deserves) Poem by Robert Dominicci

She doesn’t deserve just any poem
Not some mindlessly scrambled words
Flipped and fried
The a golden crisp with a sweet aroma

She doesn’t deserve just any frugal piece
Not just any metaphor or simile
Crushed, pressed and distilled
Into just any sweet nectar

She doesn’t deserve just any arms
Weak and fragile
Cracked and rotted
Put into an uneven shape

She doesn’t deserve just any care
Not some generic store bought
Untimely and haphazard care
Molded into a half made candle

She deserves it all
The most delicate entrée
The elegantly crafted wine
Served on the finest china on a mahogany table

She deserves happyness
Not mediocrity
So on this candle lit dinner
I will prove my feelings for her