Oct 4, 2020
1 min read
A Picnic in a Planetarium
A poem about love
He asked me where we should go for a date,
Velvet romance woven into his voice.
It took me a moment to slow down my heart,
Before I said, “I don’t mind. It’s your choice.”
“No, my love, this one’s on you.”
“Whatever you fancy, I’m in.”
“There’s nothing too big or too bold or too brash,”…
