My grandfather never gave me

My boy, he said

One day, you will find a woman

and she would sweep you off your feet

Staring at her, would leave you

Gasping for air and

Grasping at straws

You will go to bed alone

with dreams of holding her close

and the sight of her would leave you

Leaping for joy. 

And at her fingertips she would hold

Your joy and happiness 

As you build bricks of your future

with every minute spent daydreaming 

and one day 

she would find a man 

her heart beats for

while you are left composing poems

in the dark

about a speech you got

from the grandfather you never met .