“Sunday Autumn Romance”
It’s an act; everyone’s keeping appearances
When the curtain closes, we’re simply backstage beings
We want to love and be loved . . .
. . . please, no disappearances
I’ve always harbored a high regard for women
Historically, it’s men who perpetuate evils,
I’m holding faith in the mothers and daughters
to counterbalance the world’s upheavals
Is that subliminal chauvinism on my part?
Should I give human flaw equal weight?
Perhaps I should remove you from the pedestal
Only if you agree to a date . . .
With me, to an Autumn symphony
featuring piano and romantic vocals,
Stay put; no, on second thought come with me
I wanna keep you in my focals
Come out your act, now, woman
Even Marilyn Monroe fluttered to a kiss on her hand,
It’s the simple, delicate Autumn overtures
that the true heart understands
Can we talk awhile, you may just break a smile
at my love-and-life philosophy,
Granted, I’m still learning as I go
But I’m giving you my all guilt-free
Come, take in Autumn’s wonder by my side
Let’s have a love conference on a reserved bench
Can I put my arm around your shoulder?
Uh oh, was that a flutter or a flinch?
You’ve been thinking of me, haven’t you?
I’m no egocentric but I can understand,
Here, let me take off your Autumn mitten
Woman, I wanna kiss your hand.
Just because . . . it’s Autumn. -Rg2
© 2013 Romance by Rg2®