She was as pretty as a butterfly, bedecked from ear to ear
in all her finest make up and jewellery, the gear.
Long chiffon dress in powder blue, with sequins on the chest,
she knew she looked most beautiful, a queen of her love nest.
Her nails were brightly painted, beneath her cotton gloves,
preparations for her darling, her own true love of loves.
A candle on the table, the serviette, the wine.
Everything was perfect. For him. Just so. Divine.
His picture on the piano, his special loving smile,
in her tiny little bedsit, he watched her all the while.
She turned the music lower, not long now to wait,
He'd soon be here, to share with her, this their weekly date.
Then at last - the only man, who showed her no derision
was with her now, in this her room and on her television.