A vibrant restless verb
accepted a date with an exciting noun
you know the kind
dinner, movie
slow dancing
music soft, low
in anticipations
all their own

On and on evening long
sipping desires over
a vintage wine
and as yearnings could
no longer abate
presumptuous verb
whispered suggestively
in noun's ear
"You're so divine,
and we're so right
for each other...
shall we go conjugate?"

Rising up indignantly,
blushingly blurted out..
"Certainly not!..what
kind of noun do you
think I am?"....
tearfully running away.

Unawares were they of a
seductive eavesdropper
mischevious 'adjective'
who breathlessly came
to rescue of still
disbelieving 'verb'...
haughtily whispered
in his ear..
'Darling..."I"..
can't wait!...shall we?
elated, ecstatic 'verb'
had only one question...
"your sentence...or mine?"