Chapter Four
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Dating Game
One can dream of an ideal and fall in love with a dream…
Until one meets, they can only guess what the other person can see.
A distance, a relationship rarely works as there are too many distractions that be.
The vices that are at hand, the temptations, I am sure you will agree.
At a young age, we are naive to think anything is possible…
In reality, a one in twenty, chance perhaps it sounds very cynical...
True! With distance, we can paint a picture and call it a work of art.
How many have seen a matchstick man sold for a fortune of part…
There is hope, faith, call it what you will, even a light at the end of a tunnel.
There are beautiful people out there and you think ‘What no trouble!’
With tongue in cheek and a combed up wig, it shouldn’t be a pharse…
A phone call to a promising ideal, overseas beyond Southern France.
With their voices on a phone, like a common assault, whereby follows a financial spiel…
With a photograph at hand a parcel to boot of whatever, to show you are real.
Posted via Western Union, to some impoverished pariah.
A semi-valued commodity, sent to a PO Box and the liar.
Via online services offering romance, they tap in to your treasure box.
Taking the pounds, for this and that, to bring your dream or hoax.
How tedious it gets, to write each day, the bo?....cks one needs to post.
Only to end after twelve months of strife, embarrassed, fatigued a ghost…
What was once your former self, broke, single and alone.
There was comfort in your one ideal dream.
As you study in a bathroom and pose…
With a sniff and a snort that turns into a smile, realising your ideal dream.
The only ideal that suited your needs, was yourself it really seems…
Now I must stand back and allow you to agree and cry with dignity.
And to see your drama queen sway in style….
To rub salt in the wounds, well that’s just not me.
One day, perhaps as fate dictates, a close encounter, will endure…
A cherub will point its pointy arrow and romance will blossom, for I’m almost sure.
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 26.04.12
One can dream of an ideal and fall in love with a dream…
Until one meets, they can only guess what the other person can see.
A distance, a relationship rarely works as there are too many distractions that be.
The vices that are at hand, the temptations, I am sure you will agree.
At a young age, we are naive to think anything is possible…
In reality, a one in twenty, chance perhaps it sounds very cynical...
True! With distance, we can paint a picture and call it a work of art.
How many have seen a matchstick man sold for a fortune of part…
There is hope, faith, call it what you will, even a light at the end of a tunnel.
There are beautiful people out there and you think ‘What no trouble!’
With tongue in cheek and a combed up wig, it shouldn’t be a pharse…
A phone call to a promising ideal, overseas beyond Southern France.
With their voices on a phone, like a common assault, whereby follows a financial spiel…
With a photograph at hand a parcel to boot of whatever, to show you are real.
Posted via Western Union, to some impoverished pariah.
A semi-valued commodity, sent to a PO Box and the liar.
Via online services offering romance, they tap in to your treasure box.
Taking the pounds, for this and that, to bring your dream or hoax.
How tedious it gets, to write each day, the bo?....cks one needs to post.
Only to end after twelve months of strife, embarrassed, fatigued a ghost…
What was once your former self, broke, single and alone.
There was comfort in your one ideal dream.
As you study in a bathroom and pose…
With a sniff and a snort that turns into a smile, realising your ideal dream.
The only ideal that suited your needs, was yourself it really seems…
Now I must stand back and allow you to agree and cry with dignity.
And to see your drama queen sway in style….
To rub salt in the wounds, well that’s just not me.
One day, perhaps as fate dictates, a close encounter, will endure…
A cherub will point its pointy arrow and romance will blossom, for I’m almost sure.
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 26.04.12
Artwork reworked by NGW