Fruit drops when it is ripe, and it has been
six months, and I am eager to disclose,
my long-grown valentine, how much you mean.
How eagles pair, how acorn sprouts and grows!
'Ugh, this is totally exasperating!
'To keep on talking like this every date,
'each time a little closer. I’m still waiting.
'If this is love, half of it feels like hate.'
Sweetheart, there’s something we could talk about
with nothing but an evening under stars.
'So this is the big moment, lest we doubt,
'at last, amen, although that’s really Mars.'
Like maybe we could get a little more …
you know? 'Don’t hurt yourself. It is a chore.'
Edward Wright Haile
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-318-he-aloud-she-aside/
