What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive
She is the best of her trade, the queen of thieves,
Who steals not gold but the hearts of men she misleads.
First she earned their trust, then she made them believe,
But the way she toyed, trampled, and teased,
It‘s no wonder that no male would choose to forgive,
but their pardon is something she does not need.
She is content with her life of promiscuous mischief,
Then he came, seemingly impregnable, the ideal candidate of intrigue,
Finally a game that she played with gritted teeth.
As she weaved, she felt unprecedented emotions: he made her complete,
So the queen quit her games, embraced her feelings, and laid her heart out to gift.
But by cruel destiny or ill fate, out of her life, he did leave.
She was the best of her trade, the queen of thieves,
Who stole not gold the hearts of men she misleads.
Her lie was undermined by her fit of giggles that she tried to hide with a hand covering her mouth.
I handed her the flowers which she gratefully with eyes that twinkled a smile. But she began giggling again.
“Why’re you laughing? What’s so funny?” Her giggles were contagious and I could not pull a straight face, which is probably why she dodged my questions.
I offered my hand to her, then we proceeded to my ride. We were awkwardly bumping into each other and she was still giggling hard. As embarrassed as I felt, I held no grudge against my date. Instead, I relished the moment to commit her giggles to my memory.
Then she muttered something, which caused my free hand to fly to correct my pants zipper.
She won’t be laughing anymore when I’m asking for my ransom.
I preferred the cheerful ending. Which would you choose?
PS: Yellow Orchids tell the recipient you’re head over heels for them. I initially wanted to title this post: Orchids Aren’t Actually Romantic. Luckily I googled before I did.