How I Met Your Mother

Kids, I once vacationed in the company of silence, It was an unconscious scene bestowed upon me; Although I had a calling that answered my purpose, A myth of joy existed outside this career, I was left drowning in limbo, without an excuse; But there was a witness, who studied my trail without cause, And without apprehension, she helped to resurrect the the location of destiny; Allow me to reminisce on such. For it was in a previous portrait, that I encountered a dozen roses; Of these that I held, there were none that exceeded a brief touch, A momentary scent that never returns; Now understand with this expression, it is not a boast I intend to create, For I was seeking that gentle grip, in hopes of it never departing; I continued a cold failure, never realizing the warmth of victory that smiled ahead. I settled on the peak of solitude, as my faith passed away in obscurity, And yet, beyond these frozen eyes, there existed a narration of fate, waiting for my company; For you see kids, I’ve walked past the casual frame of your mother, And misplaced my sight, I’ve missed her spirit by petty inches, And when there was a vision of opportunity, my space was occupied with trivial games. Then one day, I discovered a possession that linked heaven and earth forever, An umbrella your mother left abandoned; And yet, it was through her innocent misfortune, That I discovered her abstract songs, played upon by the perfect key, Her heart that sits in prosperity, from the charity of deeds, A collection of beauty, your mother gracefully owns; By the time we crossed into cupid’s lair, I knew already, the verses of duality were written true, And with that, the perfect stranger discarded her title, Leading Renee into popularity; Hello became the endless quote, we spoiled into memory. As the task of life left this page briefly open, I responded with a mutual exit, confirming these lips of joy, And with revelations of challenge forever slayed, I peacefully fell, forever breathless.