Will you marry me said he.
From a muddy spot on bended knees.
Sported a smile upon his face.
Wide as the crescent moon.
His was offer was good as solid gold.
But she said no.
He left her cold.
So very sorry to see him cry.
Had a heart you see.

She was too old to start anew.
A madam.
A madman.
Tiffin for two.
And now she bows.
After scuffling away.
(c)LIVVI