Musings by The Poet Loriet
For Alan
"I'm getting married,"
he told us with a gleam
in his eyes,
"a little Thai girl
with five tattoos,
a two year old
and a very wild past,
not the 5'7" classy
brunette with ice
blue eyes that has
haunted my dreams.
She's so different than
anyone I've ever known."
So I asked him,
"How did you know, Alan?
Why her? How can you be
so sure she's the one?"
He stroked his goatee,
lost in thought, then got a
sparkle in his eye and said,
"You know, Lori? I think
it was because I finally
realized that when we
were together, I had to
make a conscious effort
not to say I Love You,
not to let it slip out,
and when I finally
stopped fighting it,
everything fell into place."
With a tear in my eye
as he talked about how
she cooked him tilapia,
I whispered, "congratulations"
and just watched him glow.
Lori Beal
he told us with a gleam
in his eyes,
"a little Thai girl
with five tattoos,
a two year old
and a very wild past,
not the 5'7" classy
brunette with ice
blue eyes that has
haunted my dreams.
She's so different than
anyone I've ever known."
So I asked him,
"How did you know, Alan?
Why her? How can you be
so sure she's the one?"
He stroked his goatee,
lost in thought, then got a
sparkle in his eye and said,
"You know, Lori? I think
it was because I finally
realized that when we
were together, I had to
make a conscious effort
not to say I Love You,
not to let it slip out,
and when I finally
stopped fighting it,
everything fell into place."
With a tear in my eye
as he talked about how
she cooked him tilapia,
I whispered, "congratulations"
and just watched him glow.
Lori Beal
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