Some Patti Poems by Michael Estabrook.
Im still jealous, upset and wary,
afraid shell see the light
and leave me, but why?
In all our 6 years of dating
she strayed from me only once,
going on a blind date with a friends friend,
but came scurrying back to me immediately,
as if shed been splashed by scalding water.
One date, one time wandering,
then back to me as quick as could be,
back to the surety and comfort of my undying love.
How can such a silly thing still bother me?
She didnt even kiss the guy or hold his hand,
doesnt recall his name or what they even did.
It was a good thing that date,
made her appreciate me all the more.
And today, now and forever,
shes mine, plan and simple, mine,
and no one can take her away from me, ever.
* * * * *
She Never Succumbed
She gave me my ring back at the end
of our first semester of college
so she could have her freedom
to date other guys. But she made the mistake
of still dating me too. And while my strategy
to overwhelm her with attention
left her no time for these other guys,
for two anguished years she remained
open to dating them. Fortunately for me,
it never amounted to much.
She had only one official date (that I know of),
a blind date with a friend of a friend
who showed-up on campus for a good time.
So throughout college
she never made-out with another guy,
never went away for a weekend
with another guy, never got to know
another guy better in the back seat of his car.
In short, she never succumbed
to the attentions of any other guy,
not her hunky football player friends, not
her brilliant classmates, not the study-buddies
shed meet-up with in the library, not
the popular, handsome dudes
who walked her to her classes
telling her what pretty eyes she had.
Nope, my beautiful girl, my sweet,
precious, wonderful girl, who one day
I would marry, never succumbed
to anyone else but me (that I know of).
* * * * *
Because I Prevailed
I love her so much.
I love watching her, being with her,
hearing her voice, following her scent
through the house, like a demented wolf.
I simply cannot get enough
of this woman, this Woman.
And I have decided not to blunt
or hide or avoid the passion of my feelings,
have decided not to diminish my worshipping
of her, the air she breathes
and the ground she walks upon.
I love Patti. I worship Patti without hesitation
or embarrassment or shame.
She is so perfect and so pure,
so sweet and precious and beautiful,
and shes mine, thats the best part, mine
my wife, my lover, my friend, my goddess.
Throughout the tumultuous 6 years
of dating in high school and college
I prevailed. I prevailed over all her suitors
her brilliant study-buddies
and class-mate friends,
her football-player chum
who walked her to class and met her
in the library, the double-dates arranged
by her roommates, Larry and Ralph
and Don and that guy,
who when she first decided to date other guys,
spent the whole day with her
after she sent me away.
Me. I prevailed, always calling, writing,
visiting and taking her out on dates.
Me, always there in the background,
impossible to get rid of.
I managed to keep myself my tenderness,
caring, respect, and burning love
in her heart and mind, a foundation
for her always to rely and depend upon.
I managed, by hanging on like a rabid dog,
to impede the advances of the others
and win her love. I prevailed
I wanted her to be with me her whole life,
desired her from the outset to be my wife.
And yes she is and always will be
because I prevailed.
* * * * *
Just like Patti did
In college, Linda went on a blind-date once
with someone besides Freddie,
with a friend of her roommates boyfriend,
just like Patti did
with some guy other than me
with a friend of her roommates boyfriend.
Such a coincidence.
But nothing came of it,
it was only one date,
and nothing happened,
and it didnt matter,
and there was never another one.
I guess friends did such things
for one another, when their boyfriends
brought a friend who needed a date,
and knowing this
for some reason makes me feel
so much better.
* * * * *
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