She had a romantic sunset
Her perfect hair in place
His fingers entwined with hers
So lost in their one embrace

They fed each other fruit
Cheese and wine too
He sang and poetry her
But with a knife he withdrew

With a red substance
She had quite a moan and fight
Unfortunately for her
She was wearing white

The knife it cut deeply
It served its purpose and course
It cut the piece of cake
on her shirt was tomato sauce!