Raffaello Benelli moved in down the street
Dark brown eyes and a smile so sweet
Driving a red convertible Ferrari
Dressed like he just came home from safari
I stood in baggy shorts, garden hose in my hand,
Staring like a fool, just watering the sand!
The moving truck pulled in front of the house
Just then I noticed the stain on my blouse
All his furniture was leather and chrome
Sleek sofa and chairs, such a manly home!
I ran in the house to ‘put on my face’
Determined he wouldn’t see my casual disgrace
I decided to welcome him to our thoroughfare
And find out if he had a Mrs. somewhere
But just as I entered his front yard
He stormed out the door, breathing hard
Swearing in Italian, I guess it was that,
Pulling on a leather jacket and baseball cap
His jacket said ‘Black Eagle’ on the back
And he pulled leather gloves from a black leather pack
I started to speak, and he looked in my eyes
It was all I could do to breathe in quick sighs
The man was an angel sent here from heaven
On a scale of one to five, he was a seven!
He took my hand and told me his name
I blurted out ‘I love you!’ to my great shame
He smiled softly and patted my arm
And jumped in his car with a look of alarm.
Perhaps you’ll think I’ve learned from this
That I don’t dream of ‘our’ first kiss
But I’ve always been a dreamer you see
So I’ll always dream of Raffaello Benelli