Fools in Love
We didn't start with much. You had a ride;
I had a room. One night became a week,
You driving me to work to save your pride
And I so much in love I couldn't speak.
Even my brother called my prospects bleak,
At best, and I knew he was justified
But almost hoped you'd end my losing streak —
We didn't start with much. You had a ride.
I rode a bike. God I was terrified
Of trucks with towing mirrors, hide and seek
In traffic, and you were mostly gratified
I had a room. One night became a week,
Since you were homeless — glad to find a geek
With no addictions and a job, tongue-tied
Without a mandolin, and not too much a freak —
You driving me to work to save your pride.
You should have run and found someplace to hide,
Your girls so young and me almost antique,
My daughter lost despite how hard I'd tried,
And I so much in love I couldn't speak.
Friends' warnings might as well have been in Greek
For all they meant to us — how could they guide
A pair like us, so sure we were unique
That careless love just couldn't be denied?
We didn't start with much.
6:13:44 PM 
