Wonder of Wonders

I have wandered in the wonder of wonders called Love

Recently a white woman dropped me a wondrous line,

Wondering out loud that perhaps she was falling hard for me.

Her confession caused a tingle to travel up and down my spine

And did wonders to my esprit.

Ever since I have wandered in the wonder of wonders called Love.

i guess I'm really lucky

For I myself was gliding on the wings of dove

After she and I struck up an acquaintance at a poker table.

She complimented me on my looks and intellect

And I gushed praises of her poker talents and physique.

I hardly paid attention to what was going on at the game 

I kept throwing furtive glances at her pyramids.

She pretended not to take any notice

And nonchalantly kept the conversation going.

The game drew on and day became night

And I didn't quite know how to say goodbye

She seemed to understand my plight

She handed me a note and simply said, "call me, please"

And stood up, gathered her chips, and headed to the cashier,

Leaving me all flustered and plastered with excitement and pride

I called her up the next night

And every night after that.

We exchanged dreams and wishes, poems and letters. 

And then she dropped that wondrous line.

Now I wonder how can I tell other women about her? 

May 24, 2014