Fairy Tale (to H.)

ahermin @DeviantArt

You're taught

that you'll know

when you meet him. 

And do not doubt

that it will happen; 

Fate works in mysterious ways. 

It may not be love at first sight. 

You may find him boring, 

plain, not that smart.

But alcohol will also work its ways

and you'll find yourself drawn to him

to his voice, to his yourness. 

He did not come by horse

and has a hard time finding his car

but you suspect that may be him. 

And if you're still not sure, 

Fate will slap you in the heart

with a random meeting in a busy street.

So you give in to Fate

and say: "Fate, here I am,

do with me as you please."

I was lost, and now I'm found

I was sad, and now am happy

I was me, and now I'm nothing."

And Fate smiles, and holds your hand,

Caresses your hair and whispers in your ear:

"How could you ever doubt me?

Were you not taught

that you would know

when you met him?

Here he is

Ripe for the picking,

The man that will break your heart."

SG, 12.7.14, London