In my wildest fantasy you are walking on the street
On a rainy day,
Wearing not a miniskirt
But tight black jeans,
Carrying a fancy umbrella in one hand
And your smartphone in the other,
Your browser open to my blog,
Which you read with keen attention,
So much so that you’re utterly oblivious
To the tripping danger you are in:
Alas, your shoelaces are undone!
*
It so happens that I pass by you and,
Observing your untied shoelaces,
Feel a surge of courage & romantic duty.
So I halt and cry,
‘Stop! Please stop! Yes, you!’
Startled, you turn and look at me
And I point at your feet and say,
‘Alackaday! Your shoelaces are undone!’
Then, before you can protest,
I’m down on my knees before you,
Tying your troublesome shoelaces,
An expression of profound concentration on my face,
Tongue poking out of the corner of my mouth…
*
Ah, what will you do when I am done?
Will you strike me in the head with your umbrella?
Or unfollow my blog?
Or pull me up and kiss me on the cheek?
Or else?
*
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boy with a hat 
Beautiful expression!!
Cheers to secret loves!
And cheers to your rare combination of mind and soul, who has no word that could fit its description
You have a fantastic first name if you ask me…
Spasibo! *thank you in russian*
I bow before you and your lovely compliment! 🙂
Absolutely adorable and oh so romantic!
Is it a bee or a cat or both?
Both 🙂
Love rules in any form! So romantic…
Romance dripping from every line. I love your work. You’re so talented. I look forward to each post 🙂
I blush so!
It’s probably not our Heyku swan… but great writing!
I tip my hat to you. 👒
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Hey,
Thanks for your offer but I’m afraid I don’t have time for guest posts at present.
🙂
Bonus points for “alackaday.”
Yay! At present it’s my favorite word.
So sweet.
Awww that’s so sweet and adorable! I guess not many would hit you with an umbrella unless they’re married 😛
i laughed out loud for ‘Alackaday! Your shoelaces are undone!’ fun piece, thanks for sharing 🙂
Alas and alack, I can only hope the response is the one you want and that she realises you are the master wordsmith she’s been following so intently. If only real life reflected our dreams.
I tip my hat to you. 👒
I suspect that the event would unfold much smoother, if you had your trusty hat in tow.
The hat would soften the blow, ’tis true…
i will kill you 🙂
Here’s a combative woman. 🙂
I would steal your hat and you would, no doubt, steal my heart.
I blush.
I wonder if you’re as romantic in real life as your words are.
Enjoyable read as always!
What if I am? In real life it’s usually a disadvantage, leading to embarrassing situations I later regret.
The only regrettable thing is not following your heart.
I wonder what Jessica means by that…
It means you already know.
The only regrettable thing is not going where you should, or rather falling in love in the wrong place.
Where should *you* go, sweet Vincent?
Oh! so much magic and youth,hatted boy,
She would kiss you!
Very well written. Liked the shoe lace bit, 🙂
If it were I, I would hit you with my umbrella, and then compassionately kiss you once you were on the ground 🙂
Wow. Warm fuzzies everywhere. This is pure adorableness.
How are Jessie’s shoelaces?
Simply marvelous.
All tied up and ready for the day.
How are Vincent’s shoes?
Besprinkled with dewdrops.
How lovely.
I would love to stumble across my secret admirer by having my clumsy feet bound up by my tangled shoelaces. I will have found my perfect match! And hopefully he would not notice I had mismatched my socks!!
Alas, you mean to say one sock is black and the other white?
Maybe 😉
In love with your writing, thoroughly enjoyed each word. Looking forward to each and every post.
You are so talented!I like the way you write 🙂
I blush.
Aww
I am awaiting my invisible gift with bated breath. But that is not the reason that I write. But by now, sadly, I have forgotten what I have came here to say. Maybe someone can remind me? For all I can think about is a woman in tight black jeans with no idea how lucky she is to have a man to tie her shoe-laces for her.
Wonderful – nostalgia and modernism collide !
I wonder if she knows who she is 😉
This one of the most genuine poems I have read in a while. No matter who reads this you make the person feel and hope that you are talking about them. Sir, you have made me start liking hats again and inspired me to buy black jeans! To whoever you made this poem for they are a very lucky person.
Black jeans are an excellent fashion for a girl. ☺
I wonder on the number of hearts that might have leapt after reading this! Including mine! Too bad this is not meant for me!!
My conclusion, is to read your blog in high heels…
Shrewd.