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Well, darling, in matters so delicate as this,
What with ever so many variables 
And determinants, permutations 
And combinations,
It’s hardly ever possible 
To tell the turn of events.

I just keep wondering: 
Is it something always asked for?
Or taken for granted?
Does it take supplication?
Or is it just a matter of patient waiting,
As for Nissim Ezekiel, as for a birdwatcher?
A matter of time? 

Is it love at first sight,
As for Shakespeare’s Rosalind and Orlando?
Or is it something of the awful daring
Of a moment’s surrender?!
Or is it offered on a platter?

Or is it that I could get into your heart
Through your ears, as most men seek to?
Does ambience matter?
A date in a posh restaurant?
Will I think of the dim and distant future?
Or would I feel inspired
Or disheartened by romances of the past?

However, I would just as soon tell you: 
Don’t know, darling, how it all happened.
All I know or I think I know is
It just happened!

If you should insist on an apt simile,
Let me add: 
“Well, as would a tiny seed
Strike its tender roots in the crevice of a rock
Did you strike roots in my heart.
Or, as if by some strange art.
Anyway, I needn’t have to say, smiling smart:
“Oh, Let me into your heart!”

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Winner II, Premiere Poetry Contest, sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver: August 20, 2017

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