A knight in soaking armor
This wasn't the way he wanted it to be
This wasn't his fantasy
What he really wanted was a good old-fashioned duel
A fight to the death between two swashbuckingly swordsmen
To win the heart, and hand, of the woman he'd loved since he was ten years old
But alas, 'twas the twentieth century
So, instead, he proved his love
by braving a blinding thunderstorm
to visit the woman of his dreams
Coming in from his walk home, he heard his phone ringing off the hook
It was his belovèd, calling to make sure that he'd arrived home safely
Taking his fate in his hands
He dared to say the words
that had filled his heart for so many years
"I love you, Karen"
Long silence
"Didn't you know?," asked a commenter
"I'm just a clueless male," he said
"I. Was. Dying."
Little did he know
that, at the other end of the phone line,
His radiant Karen had just had her breath taken away
Congratulations to Robert and Karen Singer Avrech on their daughter Leda's wedding!
April 4, 2006 update: Thanks to Robert for supplying the link to his original post.
Labels: My poems
2 Comments:
Great poem, Shira. It captures that post of Robert's perfectly.
Thanks, Pearl.
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