A cold evening in a diner,
Food has been put in front of me but my attention is some other place.
Two men are engaged in conversation, their topic a woman
It seems she has enthralled them both
They drink alcohol freely and speak too loudly
And though I do not mean to eavesdrop I can’t help but listen as they speak.
I too want to see this woman
The way they describe her, she must be a goddess:
Petite in size, portable the men called it
Slim waist with hips full.
Hair that reaches towards the heavens
Curls blessing every strand.
A heart shaped face and subtle cheek bones
I almost feel I have seen her
The image in my head is so clear at the moment.
Let’s call these men Mr. A and Mr. B
Mr. A says to Mr. B
“Have you seen her laugh? Oh how my heart rejoices when I hear her laughter
And when she walks, her hips sway to the wind
Her skin is like caramel. I am sure it tastes sweet
Oh and her eyes, she can bore a hole through you heart with them
Mr. B laughs
These are mere vanities he says
“Have you heard her speak?
So intelligent and eloquent
And she can lift a spirit from the lowest depths
She listens with apt attention to any worry you might have
And when she does speak, she has a solution at hand.
She is loving and caring
An angel she must be
It is easy to love her for her body, but can you love her for who she is.
When her moods twist and turn like the tempest
Can you calm that stormy sea?
Have you Mr. A been able to make her move to music
It is easy to talk about love but can you give her your heart
Until then don’t talk to me about love
Because I fear Mister, you do not know the first thing about it.”
Mr. A sat quietly for some time
He seemed to ponder upon Mr. B’s words
“My good friend can you teach me how to love
I fear until now, I have had a false idea of it’s meaning
My B laughed heartily
“This is a task I am willing to undertake”
The two men left after this chattering on God knows what
And I had to face my food, which sadly had grown cold at this time.