She sat it out at his old rocking chair – worn and rickety
The chair, not her
Prepared like never before – Playboy hadn’t worked – to become forever immortalised; he with his bewildering fame, she her looks
Enough to take this mismatched pair on over that much sought-after finishing line, interestingly framed in time
He plied her with a wine – Chateau Margaux – delivered all the way over to his entrancing mansion from the hills of Bordeaux