POETRY
No Casanova
He may appear quite self-assured, but he’s actually quite shy…
Eyes met across a crowded room, that old, time-worn cliché. I wanted to approach you, but didn’t know what to say. I am not very confident, no Casanova, I. I may appear so self-assured, but I’m actually quite shy.
There was a glimmer in your smile, that signalled you were keen but another man approached you. I feared fate had intervened. I stood there with a pounding heart, and feeling like a fool. Inside my head I railed about how life can be so cruel.
I’m just not self-assured enough to ever make a move on someone I’m attracted to, and I constantly reprove myself for being timid and for losing out on chances. How many loves had passed me by? How many great romances?
But then I saw you say something to your handsome young admirer, and then you walked towards me, and I felt my face on fire. I swallowed hard and gave myself a pep-talk in my brain; “Now, play it cool! Don’t mess this up, or say something insane.”
I couldn’t quite believe it when you softly said, “Hello.” We introduced ourselves, and talked ’til it was time to go. I somehow plucked the courage to ask you for your number. You gave it to me willingly, as my pulse pounded like thunder.
Our courtship progressed after that, and I guess you know the rest. Whenever I wake next to you, love surges in my chest. The day you said you’d marry me, my heart went supernova. How blessed I am you did not care that I was no Casanova!
Jupiter Grant is a self-published author, blogger, narrator, and audiobook producer. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant
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