Notes About The Poem
This one is about a kind, but nerdy D&D veteran , such as myself, meeting the girl he was meant to meet, all along. It was clear though, to cupid, he needed to step in as chance was taking too long.
Has cupid meddled in any of your lives to happy ends?
-Also, as with all my writing, please forgive my lack in skill, when it comes to punctuation. I try, but most often fail. Oh and homonyms when my creative mind makes my analytical mind pale and writes the wrong word for the need. A fascinating error.
Rows of Little White Angels
Life is fleeting
A chance meeting
Timelessly occurring
Where stale chance needs stirring
In crowded but lonely supermarket aisles
Where cupid's arrow, in varied styles
Fit any need that may arise
Yes, 'twould seem love is on the rise
----: End of Prologue :---
Eyes blinded by the heart below
Gladden'd pain from the deepened arrow
With hearts trailing from cupid's bow
Made to cause collisions in aisles narrow
Never seen nor heard is the fluttering of wings
Nor seem it strange the symphonies' strainings
Drowning out the brain's sensible sputterings
For quick and speedy exit,
As our defenses
Have been caught undressed
At some unknown behest
Perhaps even our own heart
Has, in some ill-timed betrayal, taken part
Lo, though my brain dared not believe it
Run you fool, make haste!
Too late tho, for speeding towards him,
Loosed from the bow of that fluttering cherubim,
Another arrow, trailing hearts, raced.
A bullseye! Silencing fight or flee,
And the brains panicked intensity
Calming and awakening instead
The myriad possibilities for romantic intimacy
Our eyes met
And I couldn’t get-
The words out
All that I could see
Is what everyone sees
All my faults and insecurities,
And then she said, hello
And suddenly I was atop a rainbow
(I didn’t make my saving throw)
So high and dizzy enough to fall
But, I was up here after all
Hi, sorry about that, I chuckled Nervously
An insecurity recognized universally
But she smiled back, her lips were burgundy
Her teeth where like rows of little white angels
Sparkling.
She cozied up, our shopping carts-
Touched and aligned
Though, nervously to my nerdy doom resigned
She said, she saw me shopping here before
but hadn't really thought to say anything.
Yeah, that time I broke that jar of jam on the floor
Yeah, that day was so crazy and everything.
We both laughed and just stood there a while
I couldn’t keep my mind off her beautiful smile
Her eyes seems to linger and whisper to me
My heart seemed powerless to break free
And why should I run?
She may well be the one
Let just wait and see
So, since we’ve broken the ice, it might be nice
To maybe take in a dinner and a show
I mean, its alright if maybe another night,
Or if maybe, right now, you have to go
She said no, there's no where I really need to be
And dinner and a show sounds like fun to me
And then I died
Or at least I tried
Instead, I said, great then its a date, and wanted to bite my tongue
But she cut in
And for the win
Great, you can pick me up ‘round eight.
And that's how we met and I have no regrets
As five years and two kids should imply
She’s just the bestest thing to ever grace a wedding ring
And I’ll love her till the day I die
(And likely forever after)
(Happily)
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