I
Dear God,
You know I have requested another Angel
Just one more
And You know that I tried to scare her away
That I tried my damnedest to
Before we ever spoke
I let her read my poetry on another website
I let her see the RIDICULOUS photo of me underwater
I wrote to her, before we EVER spoke on the phone, that
She was 'making fireworks go off in my Heart'
I let her know that I was studying to get a
Sleazy Law Degree
You know I tried every trick in the Book
To scare her away
Then You scared me half to Death
because
After we talked on the phone and
Thought we understood where to meet
There I sat, at Caribou Coffee
Without her cell phone number and
There she sat, at Starbucks
Without my cell phone number and
God,
You know I
Hate myself sometimes
But You saved me
You gave me just enough sense
Knowing what a Dumbass
I truly am
To drive down the street and
Find Her
Moving toward her Honda SUV
Floating like an Angel
and
I thought she was going to tell me to
Go to Hell
For being late
II
Dear God,
As we drank
Caramel Coffee
At Caribou Cafe
Which we drove back to because
She does not prefer Starbucks
I thought, Dear God,
Don't let me blow this
Don't let me say something stupid
Don't let me say something that might come across as arrogant
Don't let me say something culturally offensive, because she is from the
Land of Supremely Beautiful Women:
RUSSIA! !
As we discussed:
Rachmaninoff and Mussorgsky
Tchaikovsky and Stravinsky
Chekov and Tolstoy
Pediatrics and Forensic Pathology
The English Patient, written by a friend of
John Irving
Italian Supra Guitarist
Al DiMeola and his
French bandmate and his
American bandmate.
And everything else under the Sun....
III
Dear God,
You know I had tears streaming down my face
As I struggled with how to write this not-poem
Because as I recalled
Her jet black hair
Her green/brown eyes
Her full lips
Her perfect teeth
Her smile
The beautiful way she spoke very fluent English
I had a Dream:
She was dressed in White
Walking down the Aisle
And I wept openly
In front of the entire Church as
She approached Me
And I said, as She faced me -
You will never know
JUST how much
I love you.
IV
Dear God,
You divinely guide me and
I can only ask that if
She is not
The Angel
PLEASE
Just let me
Never Forget
The hour & forty-five minutes
I sat in
Heaven
With
Her.
Amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem! ! You made me cry at the end of it.