Such a feast I am preparing, trying to make this such an affair
After all, our anniversary is the most important day of the year
I can tell by her lack of expression that she is totally unaware
Even though last night I made my intentions plainly clear
As the music begins to play, we dance as we have never danced
Her head so light upon my shoulder as I lead us about the room
I lose track of time and thought, her silence leaving me entranced
When from the kitchen, wild aromas of the special meal begin to bloom
I lead her to her seat at the table of silver and candlelight
And begin to bring to table this most special of all meals
"I cannot tell you what it means for you to be here with me tonight."
She simply gazes at me, and I say, "It's all right, I know exactly how you feel."
And as this special meal begins, I watch the light dance on her face
The hole in my love's chest causes tears of freedom and release to fall
The act of ****** was sweet, and I know there will be no trace
I smile as I say through the last bite, "See, you did have a good heart after all."
An older write from my darker days. This was written for a poetry challenge in a blog I was once a part of. We were to create a story for the last picture someone had sent us, and a chef friend of mine had sent me a picture of a heart on a plate with a knife and fork, decorated as a meal.