When on a date with a woman I’ve recently met,
I’m soon wishing I was alone, until I met
a brightly shining star hovering above the crowd
of single women I know.
To her life is glorious and her enthusiasm
is contagious. When I’m with her, I’m happy
that I’m alive and dream of the nights ahead
when I’ll wrap her in my arms and my fervor
she’ll learn, and return without concern.
My aspirations are as high as the sky. I think
I can make her mine if I get her to drink some
beer and wine. I sometimes think that my visions
of her and I, are entwined and I will be left behind.
Is she such a bright star that I’m too dim and far below?
Her orbit is so far above I may never get close.
If I learn to ride a horse, will she be impressed, or think
I’m a dude and probably a fool?
It’s only the afternoon and I’m already
reaching for the moon?