Match Maker

Such as we should go for food,
Pondering how dreams allude.
But I see you get this grin
Thinking “Let the games begin.”

All right now what’s on your mind?
Tell me please and do be kind.
What’s this secret you’ve got hid?
Let me have it silly kid.

Then you dropped a bomb on me…
Who you think that I should see.
Felt like you had looked inside,
Seeing something I can’t hide.

How did you before my thought
Catch the truth it always sought?
Just like you had read my mail-
Hit the head on this sweet nail.

Holy God I think you’re right.
This idea’s out of sight.
Give me time to find my head,
Thinking of what you just said.

All right now, I write to her.
Must be dreaming, it’s a blur.
But at least a compliment
In these words that I have sent.

Next I know comes her reply.
Puts this dreamer in the sky.
You did know this all along,
She and I can do no wrong.

Few more letters-it’s a wrap.
Put her address on my map.
Dinner, dancing, here we go…
One more thing, how did you know?

John H. Bidwell