Unsuspected Poet and His Poem On a Napkin

Whilst we, comfortably, sat In a not so trendy bar, over a pack Of Marlboro Light and a bottle Of Bandol wine, He wrote his poem On a piece of napkin, moving me To sit closer, next to him, to read it; His words and style were beautiful And well-crafted; perfect, for an Enameled frame, for my room’s boring And empty wall, I thought. The final stanza, vividly, speaks Of his true love For me….only for me, a promise; And, he ended it without a period or A question mark; Yet, I decided to place a period on it, Even though he asked me not, but I must… Upon hearing this angel’s little voice: “Mommy…mommy, look! There’s daddy, with a young lady! Will she be my nanny?”