Sobering Up (Poetry)

Oh, I wanted those candlelit dinners —
all the billing and cooing and stuff
aimed at romance’s beginners
in tune with illusion’s sweet fluff

As short as a bright summer day-trip
doused in a shower of rain
it wore off like a Disney-dream film clip
and the credits don’t tell who’s to blame

Was I love-drunk or simply deluded
letting heart overrule level head?
Common sense, later on, I concluded
would have saved me much grief, but instead

I opted for chocolates and flowers
while logic was flushed down the pan
as I languished and yearned the small hours
after some unattainable man

Down to earth with a bump feeling stupid
I can look but have learned not to touch
and I’ve vowed I will shoot that damn Cupid
Am I wiser? In truth, not that much