He called me a gal..

This is for a friend... Hope you find your redemption, Cinderella! :)

Baggy tracks and unthread brows,

A punch and thump, for all I was known,

No gloss, no roses, had ever caught my eye,

Every guy in town was a buddy of mine.

Then he comes, he comes like a man,

The doors were held and the stairs were fanned,

Hard enough to stand, this unusual tenderness,

Fuddled I talk, like a drunken pan.

I danced to his tunes, his tunes so mesmeric,

His voice so deep and the eyes that flashed

He called me a gal, a gal in real,

I could bow to the man, as I would to none.

He exudes elegance, gentle and strong,

I was stormed from the weight of the crown,

My rolled up sleeves and torn jeans so wrong,

Were just like that of the ol’ guys downtown.

I knew not this feeling, for it was surreal,

Thence, I mess up with my hallmark blow,

I am reminded, the ugly duckling that I am,

I holler for more, like the gates of a dam.

He turns away, repelled and appalled,

I smile, cos’ I know he was galled,

I excise the spirit that steered him away,

Leaving the memory, fresh like in May.

A wise world, for I see it now,

A new start, for I make it now,

Forever, will that gentleness touch-

that hoyden who adored it so much.

aeroyogi

13-7-2012