I tried to be, romantic once
And so set up, some ambiance
A candle here, a flower there
Just enough, to show I care
I set a crystal goblet, for some wine
Her finest china, on which to dine
Our best silverware, each in its place
Two linen napkins, with bordered lace
I even cooked, a nice hot meal
A dish that would, to her appeal
But when I opened, the front door
I did not get, my sweet Amor
Then all my effort, came to naught
When those workday tensions, home she brought
HEADACHES ARE A PAIN
BOEMS BY JA 326