Sweet date night my love
Hope the melons were ripe
The stolen kisses are in my pocket
For sneaks later to consume
Our smiling eyes above our masks
Told each other
What we needed to hear
From here to all the way over there
There's never a shortage of
Love moods
Holding you close
In the baked goods
If I get sick
You get sick
Our vows cover this
I will disinfect
And push the cart
Instead of pushing the
Envelope of risk
Protecting us from doom
Our grocery date nights
Will now be via Zoom