Revised Version:
Reminiscing a span of humour on a wet-draped Love Heart's Day last year, the day Irene and Matt chose to say "I do" in a simple ceremony held at Sydney Opera House. On the way to the Reception... there's an encounter happening at the backdrop of the International Passengers Terminal, The Rocks (Circular Quay).
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NUTTY HEART'S DAY
Let the last teardrops fall
Let it melt in heavy rainfall.
Merciless, unforgiving rainfall
Let grief and sorrow befall.
Walk, even I, walk
Alone on this fluvial day
Cold and trembling
In damp weather, despair.
Eyes welling; vision dimmed
The cobblestone pathway
No one can see
Steps slowing in waters deluged.
There's a voice I heard calling
I saw a stranger walking t'wards me
Halfway through the pelting drops
From the sky, as destitute as he.
We stopped midway and he gazed
To find me clad in blue
And he, in pristine immaculate white,
Bespoke of a sailor's suit.
In fine manner with rapport ease
He said, hello with a sheepish smile:
"Today's Valentine's Day
Can I have a kiss, please!"
I was taken aback by his fresh demeanor
He looked so decent and dignified.
Was caution thrown into the air?
Like a Mother Cat, I extended a paw.
There under that damned rainfall
Two adjusted umbrellas aligned
Two foolhardy rushed a peek on each cheek
A coy Thank You, I love you was read on his lips.
A bit of chit chat and what's not told;
I bid adieu for I was in a hurry
To the wedding feast, I must not tarry;
It wasn't far from where we stood.
Was it serendipity that we should meet?
For a brief encounter on that Heart's Day?
Amidst the torrents, visible in the fog
He asked one more kiss, one more time.
(On the lips,
And Hell, No!
Not, a fat chance!)
© Leah C Dancel
Copyright © 14 February 2023
All rights reserved
The Rocks, Circular Quay
AUSTRALIA
A span of humour in this wet-draped Love Heart's Day!
NUTTY HEART'S DAY
Let the last teardrops fall
Let it melt in heavy rainfall.
Merciless, unforgiving rainfall
Let grief and sorrow befall.
Walk, even I, walk
Alone on this fluvial day
Cold and trembling
In damp weather, despair.
Eyes welling; vision dimmed
The cobblestone pathway
No one can see
Steps slowing in waters deluged.
There's a voice I heard calling
I saw a stranger walking t'wards me
Halfway through the pelting drops
From the sky, as destitute as he.
We stopped midway and he gazed
To find me clad in blue
And he, in pristine immaculate white,
Bespoke of a sailor's suit.
In fine manner with rapport ease
He said, hello in a sheepish smile
Today's Valentine's Day
Can I have a kiss, please!
I was taken a back by his cute demeanor
He seems decent and dignified.
Was caution thrown into the air?
Like a Mother Cat, I extended a paw.
There under that damned rainfall
And adjusted umbrellas
Two foolhardy rushed a peek on each cheek
A coy Thank You, I love you was read on his lips.
A bit of chit chat and what's not
I bid adieu for I was in haste
To go to the wedding feast,
Not far from where we stand.
He was charmed by this nutty lady
In brief encounter on a Heart Day
Amidst the torrents, visible in the fog
He asked one more kiss, one more time.
(On the lips,
And Hell, No!
Not, a fat chance!)
© Leah C Dancel
Copyright © 14 February 2023
All rights reserved
The Rocks, Circular Quay
AUSTRALIA
FEEDBACK
"This is sweet dear. Kissing a stranger under the rain on Valentine's day. Even though its just a peck on the cheek, still...and then he turned back to ask for a real kiss... Wow! Dreamy..."
~Myr Reyes E. Tejada
"Beautifully written, dear Leah! Quite a twist at the end :)" ~John Flournoy, Rhyming Place Administrator
