Glass wine, filled to the brine.
The jazz in the air intoxicates the emotions within.
What a delight it would be, if she were here with me.

Sally

As her red dress looked like the stuff of dreams.
And her aura scented like a valvatine streams.
Here walks in, the player of my heart strings.

Dear oh Dear Sally.

Walk to me as if you’re gliding on air.
Having the whole bar in awe, as they stare.
The lady in red, bursts the scene.
And my glass, completely drained.
Her hand, touches me.
A sight for soar eyes.
Dear old Sally