Day: March 3, 2025

When he met her in high school, his feelings were sky high.
His parents said his head was in the clouds – teenage love never lasts.

But he knew he was smarter than them about his new love and she knew it too. it was destiny that they were together, and somehow they knew their stars were aligned forever.

They saw other young loves fall apart as their love survived.
She went to college, to become an elementary school teacher got asked out by many rich college guys because of her beauty, but she always said no and stayed true.

He remained in their hometown and worked on his father’s farm, could have easily cheated on her when she was away, his good looks got the attention of many pretty, young women, but his heart stayed true because he knew she was the one.

They got married in a little Baptist church on a sunny spring day back in 1977. And in 2025, they’re still in love and happily together.

Sometimes teen love lasts. Sometimes young hearts are right about their “It’s the real thing” romantic dreams and imaginings despite the odds and the world against their real and lasting true love.

Bob Boyd

The lovelorn crooner on my YouTube romantic songs playlist is singing about how he goes crazy when he looks into this woman’s eyes, and I almost start going crazy myself remembering similar times in my life.

I bemoan the lost years and the lost loves and looking in their eyes and going probably as crazy as that singer is at this magical musical moment.

I play the song a second and a third time because I’m savoring the sensations and the memories of those going crazy and being so in love feelings.

And in an uncharacteristically vulnerable state I find myself wishing that hearts were never broken and everybody could go crazy and be that much in love for all of their lives and forever like those happy ever after fairy tales.

Then I come to my waning senses and remember the saying, there’s no fool like an old fool and I end this woefully nostalgic poem.

Bob Boyd

Unlike my kinfolk crickets who live with me in
this upscale cricket bin and think they’re
living their best lives, like uppity insects
privileged beyond measure and singing
cricket songs and partying 24/7,
being fed for free every single day –
I know the freakin’ score.

I know what you’re thinking. How can a dumb
cricket have these thoughts when other
crickets act like they barely have any brains?

You see I’m an anomaly, and I suspect I was
an SOB human in a former life with mountains
of bad karma that devolved me, that degraded
me, to this downsized ill fated cricket food life.

But despite the fact I probably was an SOB
in a reckless, wanton, evil and villainous life,
and I had to pay penance as a cricket in this life,
why couldn’t I have been a cricket in the wild
instead of imprisoned in this PetSmart gulag?

At least outta here I could have had a chance
of living a long and happy life without it ending
in the stomach of a freakin’ ravenous lizard.

My only hope, far as I can see, is that maybe,
just maybe, some tree hugging do-gooder will
get it into his or her head to come to PetSmart
and buy me and my compatriots and liberate
us from this freakin’ stinkin’ kill zone gulag
and if you live anywhere near the
Greensboro, NC PetSmart, man up or
woman up and please do. I’m begging you.

For now all I can so is practice my stealth
by dodging those scoopers every time one
of those PetSmart workers oblivious to my
plight tries to scoop me outta here and into
a frenzied monster lizard’s awaiting mouth.

So far so freakin’ good.

P.S. That’s me with the sign. I’m trying to
get what the Buddhist call merit with the
hope of a better next life.

It is said all the stars in the sky will someday become extinct unlike my never-ending love for you.

Bob Boyd

About this poem: I’ve written many love poems; for example at my Romantic Poems Blog, and one could imagine I was writing them with someone in mind. But the truth is I write romantic poems to no one in particular with the exception of maybe a few about past loves of long ago.

In those exceptions, there’s no pining. I essentially resurrect the feelings I had when a past love was in bloom even though no torch is carried for those long ago loves.

And I’ve never gone back to a love that went south. My belief is that to do so puts one in the same unhappy/unsatisfactory situation. At first with a joyous make up it seems both have changed and things are better than they ever were. But usually in time, generally after about a month, old behaviors, yours and hers, resurface and you’re stuck in that rut all over again. To me, it’s the folly of making the same mistake twice.

That said, of course some people have made things work with a second try, God bless them, I don’t know how. But I’ve never put myself in that situation. I just don’t believe in second chances when one’s heart is on the line.

Plus, I see a break up as an opportunity, a fresh chance to find someone more suitable for you and to experience the joys and the ecstasies of falling in love again.

And if a woman wanted to leave me, I’m too proud to beg her to stay and too respectful to try to talk her out of leaving. I see her kinda like a free agent in matters of the heart. And what decent man would want to be with a woman who didn’t want to be with him? It’s a losing proposition and way too controlling.