“Is It Idris or Me?”
Beware the handsome chap who cometh bearing
A little pink box within camera sight,
To a sportcoated gentleman there’s no comparing
Can I have a moment of your time tonight?
I hear Idris Elba is offering a contest
With a heavy emphasis on the British accent,
If you’re tempted to apply among the hopeful rest
Might you consider an option equally as opulent?
I won’t feign a dialect to enhance my odds
Though you’re more than worthy of my effort to impress,
Your ability to discern the genuines from the frauds
He’s a “highly questionable”; I’m a bona fide “yes”
Woman, my aims are clear and my ask sincere
I intend to crack the code of your Valentine vault,
Sanskrit poetry and a little something from De Beers®
If your heart is vulnerable, you can say it’s my fault
I lack the voiceover creds; I’m not the James Bond-type
No fiction character am I the stuff of every girl’s dream,
But I detect you’re of an ilk not seduced by the hype
Woman, we would make one helluva romantic team . . .
Like the lovely Annette Bening and the timeless Warren Beatty
Or the deeply abiding love between Paula and Denzel,
It would be my utter privilege to fete you like a lady
Such as Barack does so honorably for his Lady Michelle
What is this ask you sense so brimming from my pen?
Out with it, your eyes appear to gently demand,
To other suitors your heart you can only lend
Let me place this box in the palm of your hand
With these diamonds, woman, I passionately vow
To be your devoted Valentine right here, right now,
To offer much more than some pretty Idris line
Look into my eyes and tell me you’ll be mine.
Pamper the woman . . . even if you’re not a movie star. -Rg2
© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®