Saturday night
in the usual hole, drinking
and looking
looking at familiar faces
dancing and drinking
and I'm thinking this
is the last night
I waste getting wasted
in this joint

and my eyes fall upon a beauty
unlike any I've ever seen
long red hair
bright blue eyes
radiant as a fresh spring rose
just off the dance floor
and with a wistful sigh
-- if only --
I retire to the bar

music slows
and I'm grabbed and dragged
into the arena
a lug of a girl
has me tightly grasped
and behind
just off the dance floor
she's looking
looking and laughing
and I'm shrugging
helplessly pleading
with apologetic eyes

flash forward two weeks
to a Saturday night
in the usual hole, drinking
and looking
looking at familiar faces
but now I'm looking
for a familiar face
among a sea
of wrong faces
and she's not there

music slows
and I'm in the arena
a lone gladiator
amidst sparring partners
when a familiar face
long red hair
bright blue eyes
radiant as a fresh spring rose
is smiling and dancing
and my old world vanished
and I was reborn
in the throes of Sunday
February fourteenth
nineteen ninety three
and that's
how I met
my Valentine
wife