Your Certain European Grace
Your Certain European Grace
by Rick Rucker
For a while, as a young man, I dated English Girls,
All of them had long straight hair, none of them had curls,
All of them had that accent, that was then the fashion,
But when it came to breeding, they certainly had Passion!
I don't know why, possibly from glories past,
I had an inkling that an English Girl might just be my Last!
Then my World changed, completely from top to bottom,
Suddenly, memories are all I had, and yes, I've surely got 'em!
I did not relish the thought of being Alone for Life,
So I cast a net, to find me a new Wife.
I dated some, from a wildly popular online "store,"
But, though not too big a burden, it still was a chore.
But, on that Sunday, my Life completely changed,
At breakfast, on that day, my Life was re-arranged!
I met You, at a neutral place, for an early meal,
Never suspecting, that my Heart you'd steal!
When I arrived on time, compared to You, I was late,
Score Brownie points, being fashionbly tardy, is something that I hate!
Looks are unimportant, I thought, before our date,
But when I saw your Lovely Face, my Heart had sealed my Fate!
I loved your speech, the accent and the meter,
The more we sat, and talked, I thought they had set, too high, the heater!
You told me that you were born in Holland, which, in my mind makes You Dutch,
I really don't know what makes me love You, oh, so much!
It might be many things, you hair, your lovely body, or your Face,
But I think I've fallen victim to your Certain European Grace!
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