Our meal was over,
A meal I had cooked,
Cooked with love.
That love that had always been with us,
A love of so many, many years.
We sat and relaxed,
No chatter,
Just relaxed and at peace,
At peace in each other’s company.
A glass of good wine was at hand,
And music was playing.
Then it came to me,
That thought,
That though of how lucky I was.
The lady of my life sitting with me,
The birds singing to us
Through the open door,
A glass of Rioja close to hand,
And the saxophone serenading us
As Stan Getz enthralled us,
Enthralled us with his wonderful playing.
For what more could I ask.