Picked From The Pew

By the time I met her, I no longer cared what might occur. Having grown weary of romance, I was reluctant to take another chance. Romantic encounters had left me uninterested. That is, until that Sunday I was arrested; Arrested and captured by a beauty in the pew. There was something about her that was new. I watched her more than just a time or two and kept staring at her with a different view. I was hesitant at making a move right away; But I could not shake what I felt that Sunday. In a college town on a street called Dewey avenue, my interest in her did not deminish, but rather, it grew. 50 plus years have come and gone since I ringed her finger. I am sometimes amazed at what just one look can engender. 012324PS