Lost Love

                   Lost Love

It was the darkest of times
         And my heart ached
Love filled my soul
         That would not be slaked
I feared rejection
         I dared not say what I felt
For my heart was tender
         And I feared it would melt
So I waited for a while
         Until courage would rise
Yet caution guided my ship
         And fear clouded my skies
Enough of this malaize
         I'm going to see a wise sage
To illuminate my mind
         And free me from this cage
You must act he said
         For love is a fragile sprite
In the morn it is ecstatic
         And maybe dead by night
As I descended the mountain
         An ebullient spirit inside
I determined to dazzle her
         And claim her as my bride
I searched for her number
         For it had been a while
And wiping dust from the paper
         I lifted the phone to dial
Her melodious voice answered
         And memories flooded my mind
She paused to scold some kids
         And sounded O so refined
These kids are terrible she said
         Six of 'em from two to ten
But who's to blame for this
         It must be them six men
My voice familiar she asked
         Are you that wimp from school
Nope I said with finality
         Must have been some other fool.