Sonnet IV
There is a table set for you and me
Just off the famous Champs-Élysées
Along the historic rue La Boétie.
There lovers come, I've heard them say,
To share their meals, and tell their lies,
Reminiscing about their early days;
Rekindling hopes, those distant memories
Of passions soaring and hearts ablaze...
Though fire exhaust the fuel of life,
Love may evolve to a finer fete,
It's then I'll sit across from my wife,
To look back upon a festive plate,
And we'll digest the fare before us
That honours love long after lust.
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