By now the whole house is clouded by the sweet aroma
It’s almost seven and she is dead tired
The aroma illuminating through the hallway is the evidence
Of the hard work put in through the evening
He said he would come over
Had an important issue to discuss
The joy of hosting him in her house
Was why she forgot to ask what for
The clock strikes 7:30 and the doorbell goes
A little adjusting of the dress, and the door opens
Ushering him into the lavender scented living room
A bottle of champagne in one hand, roses on the other
She sets the gifts on the mahogany table
And sits next to her guest, hands crossed to the bosom
It’s hardbut gad to be done, so he reaches for her palm
Looks her straight in the eye, and the message is conveyed
Chris Is The Guy 