It was in June when we two met,
long time ago, not twenty yet.
I was intrigued more than impressed;
was just nineteen, saw a conquest.
My cockiness, mask for my fears.
Had no idea how you’d endear.
You’d left your home back in New York,
not score of years since you’d been born.
We met at work, you were trainee
to become boss, restaurants you see.
Envisioned you as femme fatale
the you I saw, not real at all.
Thought that you were far more mature
that you possessed round thirty years.
My fantasies did speak volumes
of me I was, desire consumed.
I asked you out and you said yes,
still don’t know why ’cause you’re the best.
Just realized that we now live
in Capital namesake did give.
Walter Raleigh name of the Inn
where our dating story begins.
You wore verde, I wore tan suit,
a tepid start turned absolute.
August means wise, all hail Caesar!
The hottest month summer season.
Was more my loins than was my heart
attracted to your tender parts.
A foolish boy who did not know
how deep in love he’d come to grow.
Septimbre, la novena
you turned twenty, our first birthday.
Invited me to hear exchange
of wedding vows your sister made.
In need of love pushed you to say
that in your heart found me dolce.
Not quite my first, forever best,
through flow of years I’ve caused our stress.
The pedestal I put you on
no way too high, sweet Amazon.
Oh, great goddess, who makes me whole!
You own my heart, my very soul.
Our love endured, your sister’s not,
each day feel blessed what fate has brought.
How could I know, how did I see
that you, my dear, best part of me.
Happy birthday, turned fifty-eight.
You are goddess who is first rate.