Love Slap. Poem by dave lessard

I never asked for love,
but it slapped me in the face;
I would have gone on by,
content with my own pace.

But a slap, it wakes you up,
like a bolt out of the blue;
yesterday was loneliness,
but today...there's you.

I don't even know your name,
but you turned and smiled at me;
yesterday I had no one,
that offered love to see.

I can't ignore a subtle slap,
my demeanor turned to fluff;
I stuttered my hello,
would my shyness be enough?

You stopped and smiled again,
then asked me for the time;
I'd glanced down at my watch,
how bright her eyes did shine!

I said that it was time,
to let me buy her lunch;
to break ourselves away,
from the maddening crunch.

Then it was over coffee,
that I got slapped once more;
I said something that I shouldn't,
and she showed me the front door.