New Year's Eve - a Love Poem (How I Met My Wife)

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It was New Years Eve 1992. I was visiting my niece and my sister in Milwaukee, 400 miles from where I lived. My niece insisted on inviting a young woman that she worked with to spend New Years Eve with us.

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I was reluctant because my niece had tried to introduce me to her female friends before. A blind date never works out. Finally, I said yes.

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What harm could it do. I would be leaving in two days anyway and I would be , far away. I didn't count on the magic of New Years Eve.

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New Year’s Eve

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The magic of New Years surrounds us tonight,

Enchantment is all that we feel.

The specter of midnight looms in the air,

I cannot believe that it’s real.

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My arm gently touching your soft curving waist,

My feelings for you are unsurpassed.

The glass ball descends from the tower above,

A brief chance to kiss you at last.

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Deep in my heart dear, I’ll always remember that night.

We met just briefly, but everything turned out just right.

We were reluctant; a blind date seldom works out.

But there are exceptions and that’s what this poem is about.

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I drove you home dear, later on in the night.

We both agreed dear, that I was the one who would write.

Four hundred miles of highway soon would keep us apart.

But the thought of your kiss dear, always remained in my heart.

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Deep in my heart dear, the thought of you burned like a flame.

I awaited your answer, but your letter never came.

Were we just pretending, like ships that pass in the night?

I had to get the answer. Something just didn’t seem right.

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I had your telephone number. I got it before I departed.

I awaited your answer. I could end up broken hearted.

You picked up the phone dear, you seemed glad to hear my voice.

You had trouble writing letters. Your answer made me rejoice.

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We talked more than an hour. I called you at least once a week.

Weekly turned into daily, there was always a reason to speak.

We soon agreed dear, that we had to meet face to face.

Quickly then I arranged dear, to come see you at your place.

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Deep in my heart dear, I’ll always remember that night.

We met just briefly, but everything turned out just right.

We were reluctant; a blind date seldom works out.

But there are exceptions and that’s what this poem is about.

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We spent the next week together; we were never far apart.

The events that happened next, dear, will always live in my heart.

The details of what occurred then, must wait for another time.

Everything will be covered, but in my very next rhyme.

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An outbreak of cryptosporidium, figures into the plot.

So does a small dog named Rocket, unless I simply forgot.

The end of this poem, friends, is intended to build up suspense.

And that is the end of this story; stay tuned for coming events.

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