Ever since...
the beginning of my life, I've loved a woman.
Mama, of course, came first and foremost.
She attracted me with ample bosom,
a soft touch, and a soothing voice.
And remained mine for a time before another
child arrived, which needed her more than I.

A teacher came next, different than my first four.
She was extraordinarily kind, with a degree in patience.
Her smile radiated caring, but it was her legs,
those long beautiful legs, ankles, knees, and gams
that affected my heart with a twist of sensuality,
which is better than an olive or onion.

Being young, I knew not of conquest, so my eyes
drifted and fell upon a belle of Ireland, two years later.
She had eyes that spawned from the Emerald Isle itself,
so green, I named them Envy, discovering covetousness.
Lamentably, I couldn't find a voice thus pined from afar
the remaining three years of elementary school.

In high school, a friends' sister captured my heart,
and to this day, never has paroled a release.
I never dated her at any time but in my dreams.
She seduced me with friendship and a false promise
that should her relationship with her John cease
I would be heir to all she had to offer. I hoped
for a little while before enlisting in the Navy.

Afleet on the high seas, I became the "Travelin Man,"
Rickey Nelson sang about in nineteen-sixty-one,
owning a heart in every port the world over.
Sadly, as these flings got flung, voids came along
to fill my nights rather than acquiring true love.

Then, when all seemed lost, amidst a sea of co-eds
destiny struck as midnight approached
and this frog became a prince taking Cinderella
away from any future casting calls, assuring
himself an enchanting future with a girl,
men dream of, forever after.