Scattered Thoughts of a Hopeless Romantic…or Not
August 25, 2012
“Roses are red, violets are blue”:
Just a cliché way of saying “I love you.”
Truth be told, though, I wish I could say
Just that, except in my own special way.
Unfortunately, I’ve never had the chance
To say any such thing and start a romance
With any kind of woman, and even today,
I regret not finding she to whom I could say
Such a brief message of endearment and truth
During when it mattered most—namely, my youth.
Would the relationship have lasted? I doubt,
But it’s too late now to figure that out,
Lest time travel becomes a possibility
Will that ever happen, though? We’ll just wait and see.
Until then, however, all I can do
Is dream of what I only wish could’ve been true
Or hope beyond hope that there is such a thing
As a second life waiting in the wings
For people like me who with starry eyes dream
Of starting over so much it makes them scream.
Then again, let’s eschew self-pity for a sec
And look to the future to see what happens next
As far as love goes, for hopefully
It’s just around the corner waiting for me.
Maybe Ms. Right isn’t too far off
In my future, and before you all scoff,
There’s a belief out there about humanity
That says there’s a partner for everyone, you see.
People are said to come in pairs, just like shoes—
One for the other to ease the other’s blues,
To take care of the other through sickness and health,
Through good times and bad times, poverty and wealth,
And if that theory’s true, then I just might have a chance
At forging myself a beautiful romance,
Even in my middle-age, if that’s what it takes.
However, if it happens that I never get that break
And the “humans and shoes” theory is proven a myth,
Then I’ll just have to man up and deal with it—
Deal with this unfortunate roll of the dice,
For even though a love affair would be nice,
Sadly, some things are just not meant to be,
And that includes amorous bonds, obviously.
I’d really hate, too, to feel sorry for myself,
‘Cause really, I’ve myself to blame and no one else
When it comes to forming an emotional bond
With she who by now is out of my reach and beyond.
I should’ve at least taken that very first step
And made my intentions known and not have kept
The secret to myself. Then I might’ve perchance
Put my foot in the door and joined in the dance,
Thus earning the right to experience what other men
My age and younger have…but that’s all what could’ve been,
And though I can carry on moping as I sit
In this very chair, why deal with that one bit
When the past is in the past where it will stay
And I’ve a future to look forward to today—
A future that’s brighter than the present is currently
And possibly brighter than my past could ever be?
Then again, I’m just making things more complicated
Than they have to be, and I’m starting to hate it,
So let me just breathe deep and purge this stress
Before my brain explodes in a bloody gray mess.
After all, if I at last know true love, great!
For now, though, I no longer want to speculate.
If it happens, it happens. If not, oh well,
But damn all this pining straight to Hell!
I’ve learned my lesson, albeit the hard way,
And hopefully other men like me won’t see the day
When they, too, are left yearning for what might have been
And miss out on reaching their moment of zen
With someone to love for all eternity,
So to all you men out there, listen to me:
Should you meet Ms. Right, never let her go away,
If you wish to attain happiness one day.
Treat her with all the compassion and respect
You have at your command, and you just might yet
Earn for yourself that after which I still pine,
And you’ll happily avoid this current fate of mine
That I’ve brought upon myself, so fellas, please,
Learn from my mistakes if you wish to be at ease.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to lay my head,
But as a final word, gang, don’t forget what I’ve said:
Roses may be red, violets may be blue,
And I might be lovesick, but you needn’t be, too.
Follow your heart and your backbone as well,
And here’s hoping that your romantic life turns out swell.