When the night has come and the town is dark … that’s when I leave my lonely cabin. That’s when I go searchin’ for you, Baby. I walk the streets knowing that one night I will find you.
You have long auburn hair that flows down over your shoulders. Your eyes are green, you have curves that just won’t stop. I know everything about you except your name. Is it Diane? Is it Nadine? Or is it Aphrodite? Are you my goddess of love?
I saw you five months ago walking with a man. You went into Jimbo’s honky-tonk, and I followed. I sat at the bar and watched you. As I looked on, I fell in love. I fell in love with your smile, with your laugh. I fell head over heels in love with your beauty. From that moment on, I was yours. You just don’t know it yet. I should have followed you when you left, but I didn’t. I thought I’d see you soon enough, but I haven’t.
When the night starts its retreat and the beginning light in the East tells me I must stop my quest, I go back to my empty cabin and think of you.
I dream of you while I sleep the day away. I know that if I am to find you, it will only be in the dark of night where I first saw you.
I’m searchin’ for you, Baby, and one day I’m gonna find you.
Award Winning Author
Lantern in hand…
I was picturing something else in hand.
(deep sigh)
The stalker’s side. Nice job, Andrew.
Hey … someone has to advocate for the poor stalker.
The man may not be a ‘stalker’ in our modern usage but simply longing for the lady of his dreams! Always enjoyable…
I wrote it so he was half-and-half. That’s how I saw him.
Being a hopeful romantic, the stalker image never entered my mind, not the first time I read it and not now. Just pictured a man yearning for his lady love and determined to find her. So I guess, Andrew, you got to second base, but the story’s a home run all the same.
I didn’t “get” to second base … I stole second base.
I thought it a lovely, romantic piece until the last line. That seems to hold some menace.
That was my intention (the ending). Thanks for reading it.
Ahh, Andrew, me thinks you need to get laid. ?
No truer words have ever been spoken.
Oh, man. Another winner…
Thanks, Jennie.
You’re welcome, Andrew.
Lovely, romantic and hopeful. And yes, you definitely NEED a woman.
Most men do.