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
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2021
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