He was not my type at all
I thought how ordinary he looked.
Not the prince charming
I had in my mind.
Yet he waited
under the old street lamp
In the endless Seattle rain.
Day after day
just to catch a glimpse of me.
Finally I relented and said to bim
What will it take
to stop you waiting.
Just one date he said.
I don't know why on earth
I married him.
Perhaps, because he made me laugh.
Or, because
he would never try to control me.
Or,
maybe because he cried
when Bambi's mother died.
He always knew
how to shake me out
Of my frequent dark moods.
Or bring a smile to my face.
Or tell me how beautiful I looked
Even when I had a cold.
He has gone now.
When the sickness came
I knew I knew I knew.
And my world is a darker place
I have as time rolled by
Danced the choreographed
movements of love
With other impostors.
But when the twilight
Faded into the blue of darkness.
It was always you honey.
Only you.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
He was not my type at all
I thought how ordinary he looked.
Not the prince charming
I had in my mind.
Yet he waited
under the old street lamp
In the endless Seattle rain.
Day after day
just to catch a glimpse of me.
Finally I relented and said to bim
What will it take
to stop you waiting.
Just one date he said.
I don't know why on earth
I married him.
Perhaps, because he made me laugh.
Or, because
he would never try to control me.
Or,
maybe because he cried
when Bambi's mother died.
He always knew
how to shake me out
Of my frequent dark moods.
Or bring a smile to my face.
Or tell me how beautiful I looked
Even when I had a cold.
He has gone now.
When the sickness came
I knew I knew I knew.
And my world is a darker place
I have as time rolled by
Danced the choreographed
movements of love
With other impostors.
But when the twilight
Faded into the blue of darkness.
It was always you honey.
Only you.
love is blind
But the heart
Can see just fine
Jude