Hector is a lonely agent working for the CIA
Deployed to Angola, of all places
On a mission to recruit
The hangout for expats in Luanda
Is the Come Back Inn
The agency was looking for someone who would not arouse suspicion
He was also looking for love
Hmm, he espied a comely lass dressed in white, with a string pearls accuenting that beautiful neck
Can I buy you a drink?” he found easy to say
Marcy smiled and nodded yes
They were on their way
Doctors Without Borders had placed her there, she revealed
She was that kind of a good old soul
Dinner followed, then came a kiss
They were on a roll
It took a while for Hector to reveal
What he really did
He wasn’t a journalist after all
Did she like the adventurous life?
That sounded pretty good to her
She asked if he needed a wife
That sounded pretty good to him
Dateline: today
They live in a treehouse in Zambia
Baby is on the way
She’s still doing the MD thing
As for Hector, it’s a secret
So I cannot say

Tiger lay his guitar down and thought of times long past
He remembered picnics in the park
And lots of laughs
He reminisced about a kiss
The first one they shared
The excitement he first felt
When they met upon that bridge
They got lost in each other
Embracing the moment
Planning a future
One that came to be
The freedom in marriage
The freedom to be
To evolve
The he in her
The her in he
A united front
For these chosen ones
Let it be

Meet the King of lonely hearts
He wants all to know
He’s available, hear the call
He comes home and shouts
Is anybody home and
No one answers
Just a silent no, no, no

The King pours himself a stiff one
Turns on the TV
Then considers writing a verse or two
Of poetry
The topic will be lost love
A romance he will relive
With a girl who used to love him
‘Til she had no more to give

A beautiful house he has
High up on a hill
If only he could share it
The King and his girl
That is all he wants
He’s got everything he needs
Except the emptiness inside
Somebody help him, please

This story wanted to be a poem
But it didn’t make it all the way
It’s content to be just that
Who’s to say it can’t stand on its own?

It was like high school
The three friends who anxiously watched
The dates as they went down
Did they like each other?
Was there any awkwardness?
How about a first kiss?
Savannah set them up
Jenna and Anna conspired
Watching the developments
As if they were voting returns
Yes, Libby and Sayan matched
Cheered on by their fans
The proposal was a topper
For he handed her a Dunkin’ Donuts bag
At the end of the New York Marathon
In which he ran (fit dude!)
And hurriedly got down on one knee
When she became suspicious
As to why Jenna was hiding in the bushes with a camera
This is is a romcom in real life

If only you
Could see me today
You’d be impressed
Maybe even say you were wrong
There should have been a way
For us to be together
Just like the good old days

I wish I could call you
But that’s not practical
You’ve got a life with a family
It’s been too many years
But I know you would be proud to see
That I turned out OK
So I sent my best silently
By these words you’ll never hear
You may be far-away
But in my heart you are near

He stood in front of the apartment
Staring at her floor above
He wanted to see her so badly
So much was he in love
Tantalized, he fantasized
What their life would be
It was as close as he would ever get
In the land of make-believe

That was many years ago
Yes, he has moved on
But some days he still passes by that place
As early as dawn
And he remembers, and softly says to himself
“How happy were those days,
When we took the chance on our brave romance,”
Then he sighs and goes on his way

Lost love, sad love
Better than none at all
He still loves her so very much
He gave his all

He will always feel this way
One of these days he hopes to see her again
Still his one which makes him so lonely
God bless her, Amen