I yearned to stay steady in my resolve.
I don't want to focus on the heartache-
Pleasing the sweet portion of my taste buds:
Who knew I'd like apples in my crepes?
Guess there's nothing wrong with sprinkles of new
My thoughts about as random
as a sky filled with purple hues
Yet, I'm still feeling ravenous,
like lions yearning for more prey;
I keep telling myself,
Things will be okay...
"ooh, excuse me"
I'm jolted out of my thoughts
as a glamorous vision
more beautiful than Venus
spilled hot coffee on my tablecloth.
She was surprised my reaction was gracious
in response to the glaring stain,
guess she had been accustomed to anger,
yelling, and outright disdain.
She relaxed and flashed a smile,
only diamonds could have shown brighter,
and slowly, the weight of my heartache,
started feeling ten pounds lighter.
And as the Venus strolled away,
I had come to my own deduction;
She can be the cure to take away my pain;
She will be the Star of my seduction.