I Met A Woman Fine And Fair Poem by Stan Polanski

I met a woman fine and fair.
She touched my face, we danced on air.
I kissed the corners of her smile
And knew I'd love her for a while.

Why just a while? To ask for more
Would prove I'd never loved before
Nor learned love's old familiar tune:
It comes unbidden, leaves too soon.

As we grew closer caution spoke.
I asked her (was it half a joke?) ,
'Please never, ever fall for me.'
She gave her word, amusedly.

But on those heady first few 'dates'
Euphoria predominates.
The more we opened up ourselves
The more I was the one who fell.

Our passion peaked, began its fall,
She made the dreaded wake-up call:
'I dreamed you were a dream. You're not.
You're real, and that explains a lot.'

The cold, hard mathematics of
The inequality of love
Means one of two must be the first
To calculate and state the worst.

You only did what must be done
My one-time one and only one.
And yet I'm haunted by one thought.
Was I too worldly-wise to see
That all my skepticism bought
Was self-fulfilling prophecy?