1-His thoughts
 
The weather's April-bright; it's warm today,
a bit unusual for January.
It's perfect, though, to sit at this café
to let her tell me why she'll never marry.
 
I must agree, she's really thought it out,
so I'm uncertain of a good rebuttal;
but, being passionate, I'll proudly tout
the fact that, after sex, I love to cuddle;
 
I play guitar—can't sing, but I can write
a bit of rhyming, metered poetry,
and though my armor's rusty, I'm a knight
who still applies the art of chivalry.
 
I'd better hurry up; the check's arrived.
I wonder if, as suitor, I've survived?
 
2-Her thoughts
 
It's pretty mild today, but I preferred
to stay at home. I'd rather be in bed,
and if I hear another freaking word
about the two of us, and if I'll wed...
 
Well, I'll express my thoughts to him again
in yet another effort to convince
this foolish man he'd take it on the chin.
I wonder if he saw me smirk and wince
 
when he was bragging that he plays guitar
and writes a little (ha! a lot) of verse?
And cuddling? God, he'll never get that far.
What's with these guys? They're only getting worse.
 
I think I’ll quit. That's it. I'm changing teams.
It's time to find the woman of my dreams.