Honea Path, SC USA
Forget sweeping you across a ballroom floor,
Donned in your elegant best,
Waltzing to an orchestra
Or a string quartet.
Heíll swing me around the putt putt course,
And dip me on the fairway
Wearing overalls, old tshirt
And shoes thatíve seen better days.
There wonít be bouquets of flowers
But thereís a picture from a booth,
A spontaneous, public kiss,
We almost chipped a tooth!
Forget a horse drawn carriage,
We raced arcade horses around a track,
Then flew around the speedway
In go-carts, mine was black.
We didnít hike through a rain forest,
Just a local state park,
Whiling away the daylight,
Lingering til dark.
We didnít dine on caviar and wine
Bathed in candlelight
We munched on summer sausage
Under golden moonlight.
There was no brilliant backdrop
Of glittering city lights.
Just stars as far as the eye could see
Precious jewels on black of night.
No furs to ward off eveningís chill,
Just the touch of his skin
The feel of his hand on mine
Lit fires deep within.
No romantic balladís serenaded
From below the balcony
But he sang his heart out
In a crowded restaurant just for me.
We wandered through several waterfalls
And held each other perched atop
Holding and loving passionately
While the world came to a stop.
No interruptions, phones, or pagers
To break the silence in the air.
Just the sound of two hearts beating
And finding love in this pair.
I have a beautiful reminder,
Glow in the dark beads with a star,
Hanging where Iíll always see,
From the mirror of my beat up car.
So take your upscale gentlemen,
With suits and fancy cars.
Iíll take my redneck any day,
For he gave me the stars.
It matters not how strait the gate;
How charged with punishments the scroll;
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.