The Blonde Adonis
I first saw him -the blonde Adonis - at church camp when I was but 14.
In the group ahead of mine, he turned around and our eyes magically locked.
I felt so sure he liked me. That’s how I recall it anyway, but it was not meant to be,
for shortly thereafter, another boy approached me, cute and sweet,
and he and I fast became an “item.” However, I kept searching every day
for just one sight of the blonde Adonis, whose image still lingered in my mind.
Later, I saw my new boyfriend from church camp at monthly regional youth activities,
where I’d also see the blonde Adonis, who sometimes eyed me, but spoke not a word.
After a time, my long-distance boyfriend and I called it quits,
but I never stopped yearning to know the boy who I’d seen first that summer day -
the blonde Adonis who I was later to learn was one of ten charming siblings,
all beautiful children of a couple highly respected in our church community.
Tall, blue eyed, confident, popular, talented, smart and athletic,
the blonde Adonis was a young man destined for greatness!
Ever hopeful, I kept going to the regional activities, thinking “this will be the day!”
Always I’d watch him, wishing I was the girl slow dancing in his arms.
He was the most fascinating person I would never get to know,
and his thoughts about me (if he ever had any) I could never even guess.
I felt so sure he liked me when our eyes locked like magic that first time. . . .
At least that’s the way I recall it.
For The Most Fascinating Person I Never Knew Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
*For the Cutie's Identity, See "About this Poem"
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