In Paris this story shall begin
and the 1800's had just set in
the sky was blue with no cloud in sight
so I went for a walk, and walk I did
hours went by, before I knew it the sky was dark, it had become night.
I took a different route home, that day
but with still a distance to travel the sky changed and what had started out so beautiful became, ugly, rain fell from the heavens above and I ran across the road to a coffee house.
I sat at the back, I had my choice of seatting, the property was near empty, at the counter sat a lady, a very beautiful lady, long legs, brown hair, but something seemed to make her sparkle, she lit up the place like a sun in space.
My mind raced to find words to say to her, I wanted to walk over and introduce myself, I wanted, I wanted to get to know this person. But then a smell of what I descibe as a wet dog reached up my nose and grabbed my brain to remind me that I was soaking wet, I didn't look presentable, this beautiful lady sitting only a few feet away from me would have taken one look and laughed.
I told you this was a love story, a story of love, not sadness and self pitty, so where is the love, well a strange thing happened, as I sat their drinking my coffee she came over. Sat down right in front of me she did and asked me how I was doing. Like it did with my walk the time seemed to fly, the owner came over to our table and told us he was closing, I didn't realise it was so late, I must of been enjoying myself, I didn't even realise that the rain had stopped.
Like a true gentleman I offered to walk the lady home, as we walked we continued the conversation that we were having back at the coffee house, we were discussing whether humans will walk on the moon, she believed that we would but I wasn't so sure, maybe, but not in my life time. We arrived at her appartment, a beautifull 4 story property with a sandy color to it. She thanked me but as I turned to walk away, she reached out and tugged my arm.
Never in a life time can woman find a man that she feels so comfortable around, a man that she meets only hours ago, but Sir, I would like to kiss you if I may.
Her words surprised me, not many women of this era asked a man for a kiss, but it was nice to be asked. I leaned in and our lips met, it was like every question I'd ever asked in my life was suddenly answered, the kiss was amazing, I wanted to do it again. I'd kissed women before but this was different, this was a magical kiss.
And that is how I met your great, great, great, great, great granmother
not a poem I know, I started to but then the word just flowed and out came the story above, hope you enjoyed