Pinching Petals

I bought you a bouquet today
to show you how I felt,
But on the way to your place,
I got overwhelmed.
Started picking petals
to find out how you feel -
But before your door,
just stems left
to try to seal the deal.

She loves me...
She loves me not.
She might like me,
But not a lot.
Tolerates me -
It’s a long shot.
She must hate me!
That’s what I thought....

Then that night,
we went out
for a night upon the town,
But when I opened my mouth,
I felt like I might drown.
I sputtered nothings,
but you listened all the same.
With bouncy knees, I waited
for you to suggest I go away.

But that moment never came.

Perhaps, she feels the same
As you
Someone whispered in my brain.
Maybe these lovely moments
Shared
She cherishes the same way.
Could it be
She’s not just
Being kind to me,
But that the words she speaks,
She means quite genuinely.

At some point,
The night grew long,
And you stifled a soft yawn.

Oh no! I thought,
It must be as I feared;
And she wishes
that she wasn’t really here...

I drove back to yours
And you offered me inside,
But I declined.
You were likely
Just trying to be polite.

I headed home alone
With questions
Spinning in my head.
Like if I’ll ever find true love
Or am I destined
To sleep solo
In my desolate twin bed.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Oh dear. This does happen. And quite well put, the excitement, the uncertainty, and almost kicking oneself, then reassuring of self. A truly enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing. /Frederick.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha oh poor poor laddy! how I can relate .. love the progression from lovely bouquet to stems ..yep .. even the coolest fo cool will quack and shake in the presence of the lady he gets struck by .. cupids dart turns brains to mush and suave to stupid in seconds .. bummed by the closing tho .. your hero seems to have given up .. at least he could be hoping for another go at it .. have that same "great" date all over again :))))))))))))))))))))
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know Dennis. If we don't attempt love. We won't if true or not.
"Maybe these lovely moments
Shared
She cherishes the same way.
Could it be
She’s not just
Being kind to me,
But that the words she speaks,
She means quite genuinely."
I understand the above lines. Love is a two-way street. But someone must attempt, better to fail at love than to never attempt. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and I hope you are doing well. Have some fun and be safe.
Coyote