Love Going To the Winner

I did not let it go To the relationship we had after the staged show We both watched the curtain go down And off to a quiet conversation we were bound “How does that sound?” I politely asked Since it was my gentlemen task I admired you sitting in a respectable way Listening to what I had to say But the hour turned late Ending our lovely date We said our goodbyes Taking separate cabs as rides Morning soon came You returned to the TV interview fame While I continued my bachelor game Until lunch break That I did take Escorted my newspaper That some said made her Proclaiming next door fun When the coffee conversation was done Reading the tabloid back to front Checking to see if my sporting team was still in the hunt I came upon the socialite report Used to be entertaining when defending my lonely fort Suddenly I noticed a picture of me Holding a cup of something was brewing tea For all to see “Who was I with?” A star presented as a winning gift We both had an engaging look Tempting the reader with its luring still image hook Smiling I finished my deli entrée That I used cash to pay Then my coworkers started to stir About my appearance with her “Call her? Ask her out!?” Was the unison shout Taking the advice Since it seemed nice Realizing no longer was the situation a donation bid True feelings were not being hid Made the telephone pitch Knowing deep down inside in the future we would be hitched It took some time For the romantic bells to chime Leaving us to embrace With love on our face And just in case You wonder If that promotional event was no blunder It truly was a success When she walked down the aisle in her wedding dress