His heart set on the line
To obtain a price before May
Not to miss the call to dine
The only grape on the vine
Blind to see the crowed but hay
Anxious for the contract to align
He dived deep into her without a lifeline
To get drown by the moves she slay
Hope on a scale of ten offers him nine
Few meters away he stumbled on her outline
A flame on his perception turned grey
As gravity pulls him to streamline
Placed his heart on the table to redesign
He became weightless and gave up to pray
It’s a bitter truth not on the same airline
He picked his heart off the line
Smiled bitterness at the price before May
He learnt on a scale of ten to fuel most at nine
Because at ten you would be at the table to dine