Sometimes It Gets Better

[Dee2]

A poem in Balassi form (bbaccadda, with syllable counts 6/6/7/6/6/7/6/6/7)

 

We met on a blind date.
She was half an hour late,
but I was even later.
We had not much to say.
Her eyes oft went astray.
I think she liked the waiter.
But I remained polite,
and did my best that night
not to aggravate her.

The evening was too long.
The chemistry, all wrong.
We both welcomed our parting.
But days after we dined,
she wouldn’t leave my mind.
I felt a passion starting.
I broke down and called her,
which I think appalled her.
Her coldness left me smarting.

But I would not take “no."
She’d set my heart aglow,
with no sane explanation.
I begged her for a chance
to kindle a romance,
through mutual stimulation
of body, heart, and soul.
'Twas my romantic goal.
But I feared her damnation.

So I was shocked when she
agreed to go with me
to the bistro where we’d met.
The date was not the worst;
a big step from the first;
a delightful tete-a-tete.
It’s now been thirty years
since getting past our fears,
and each year gets better yet.

 

[tonyv]

There's something to be said for persistence. It all worked out.

Tony

[Tinker]

Nice Dee.  The Balassi Stanza is a classic form that is little known and often overlooked.   It works well with the content.  

~~Tink

If you tag it with "balassi" the poem will link up with the article in the reference section on the balassi stanza.  Thanks.

[Dee2]

Thanks, Tink. It's already tagged. I wrote it some ago for a Writing.com challenge. And I figured, hey, it's poetry. Why not post it on a poetry site. 

[Tinker]

It is that, poetry, always welcome here.  Thanks for the tag.  I love it when I can link poetry written in form to the articles describing the history and elements of that form.

~~Tink