Angelique

Sitting at a table, whistling away the time,
I look for anything to make my moment special.
Suddenly, there's this woman, a knock-out,
And she turned my head, stopped my "musicianship."
I never knew something could halt the virtuoso in me
Until Angelique came. Things were about to change.

I invited her for some beer and pretzels,
And lucky me, she was happy to oblige.
She enlightened me that there was, indeed,
Life outside being a lone wolf man,
Of being sauced on Jimmy's finest on the weekends.
Suddenly, football didn't seem so important anymore.

We began to go out from there,
Spending evenings in theatres, taking long walks,
And quiet nights at home with the greatest chef in the world...me
(I'm just kidding on the greatest chef part).
As I had grown older, I had slowly lost interest in the things
Which made life spin around for me.
Now, I had a reason to go on, a reason to exist.
Angelique had become my best friend.

Days turn into weeks, weeks into hours, and so on,
'Til the day I popped that magical question,
Which she was all to willing to oblige.
With me in my tux and her in her glimmering white dress,
We experience that walk down that aisle,
Her father handing his baby off to me, entrusting me with her future.
Relax old man. She's in good hands.

There are nights with the guys and nights to be alone,
But nothing can top it at all without my baby doll.
Beer and sports once consummed me from craving to craving,
But now I have a consistent sustainance, a thing called love.
Yes, a thing called love, something I have never known before,
And I know from now on, Angelique will always be there.