Musings by The Poet Loriet
Tender Beginnings
I didn't know what to expect
when you called me
on your cell phone
in the middle
of the hardware store.
I tried to picture you,
a big solid man
standing in the
nuts and bolt aisle
as you said these words
to me, oblivious
to all around you.
It was a charming vision.
You said, "I just got done
talking to my minister
about you, and I'm going
to try not to cry, but
I probably will."
I held my breath,
fearing the unknown.
But you surprised me
when you, a forty-three
year old man,
asked me with tears
in your shaking voice
if I would be
your girlfriend.
I can't begin to tell you
how that touched my heart.
You kept on talking,
but you "had me at hello"...
I melted as you confessed
that you'd wanted to say this
for the past three weeks,
that you were tired
of missing me every day,
thinking about me,
wanting to talk to me,
to be with me,
read my poetry
once again.
You said you were done running,
that you wouldn't change your mind~
not tommorow, not next month,
not even next year,
that you had never
been more sure,
that you were ready
to live again,
to dare to dream.
You said it scared you
when you knew I was dating,
that you didn't want to
look back a year from now
and think that you just
let me walk away,
confessed that you'd been
on other dates and
just weren't interested--
you wanted to be with me.
I had to dab at my own tears,
have a talk with my heart
and ask it to let you in
one more time.
You humbled yourself,
asked my forgiveness,
asked me for a chance,
a "leap of faith"--
I couldn't say no.
You've never left my mind,
my heart, my dreams.
It's time for us
to build dreams together
and find out if we
stand a chance
against the world.
So, take my hand
and we'll walk forward
together,
without looking back.
Richard Hayward,
I'm going to tell the world~
shout it from the rooftops~
I would be honored
to be your girlfriend!
Lori Beal
when you called me
on your cell phone
in the middle
of the hardware store.
I tried to picture you,
a big solid man
standing in the
nuts and bolt aisle
as you said these words
to me, oblivious
to all around you.
It was a charming vision.
You said, "I just got done
talking to my minister
about you, and I'm going
to try not to cry, but
I probably will."
I held my breath,
fearing the unknown.
But you surprised me
when you, a forty-three
year old man,
asked me with tears
in your shaking voice
if I would be
your girlfriend.
I can't begin to tell you
how that touched my heart.
You kept on talking,
but you "had me at hello"...
I melted as you confessed
that you'd wanted to say this
for the past three weeks,
that you were tired
of missing me every day,
thinking about me,
wanting to talk to me,
to be with me,
read my poetry
once again.
You said you were done running,
that you wouldn't change your mind~
not tommorow, not next month,
not even next year,
that you had never
been more sure,
that you were ready
to live again,
to dare to dream.
You said it scared you
when you knew I was dating,
that you didn't want to
look back a year from now
and think that you just
let me walk away,
confessed that you'd been
on other dates and
just weren't interested--
you wanted to be with me.
I had to dab at my own tears,
have a talk with my heart
and ask it to let you in
one more time.
You humbled yourself,
asked my forgiveness,
asked me for a chance,
a "leap of faith"--
I couldn't say no.
You've never left my mind,
my heart, my dreams.
It's time for us
to build dreams together
and find out if we
stand a chance
against the world.
So, take my hand
and we'll walk forward
together,
without looking back.
Richard Hayward,
I'm going to tell the world~
shout it from the rooftops~
I would be honored
to be your girlfriend!
Lori Beal
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Tender Beginnings
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