Before there was You, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
I was a fisherman, trolling each night.
Casting my fine line wherever I may,
Sometimes a nibble and sometimes a bite.
There where nights when I felt an angry gray.
Rain or shine I continued in the game.
Wondered if I needed to change approach,
All too often the results were the same.
There were thoughts of hiring a special coach.
Then came that evening with its change of fate,
I was blindsided by a beauty sight.
Roles reversed, I took the sweet tasty bait.
O my heart danced in great delight that night.
Now gathering dust is my rod and reel,
For I had found a love that is real.