Finding Love When & Where You Least Expect It

July 3, 2014

My “Ode to Besh” poem I wrote for my hubbyย for our 10th Wedding Anniversary.
Turns out you can meet true love in a bar ๐Ÿ™‚

There once was a boy named Brent.
From Montreal to Halifax he went.
Got parking at Cheers.
Bought themselves some beers.
And in Keli-Ann walked with intent.

“I want someone to dance with”, she thought
When from across the bar, her attention was caught
By dark eyebrows and mustache
In a second, in a flash
She had found what she had sought.

Across the floor, up to him she walked.
“Would you like to dance?” He looked shocked.
But “yes” he replied
To his soon-to-be bride
And for the rest of the night they danced and talked.

“A Navy diver from Alberta” she told her friend
About the dude at Cheers and the time they did spend.
“His name? Not sure.”
“Is he full of manure?”
She would find out the answers in the end.

Against the rules of etiquette in dating,
Instead of a few days of waiting,
He called the next day
To go out and play
Before the magic of Cheers began abating.

“A hike? For our first date?” she said as filler.
“What if you are, in fact, a serial killer??”
“I’m in my stalking phase,
Lately, nowadays”
And they laughed and things got sillier.

They agreed to a four month fling.
Not long enough for it to turn into a “thing”.
No first names
And no games
For when they parted, there would be no sting.

Four months flew by in the blink of an eye.
What a time they had, Besh and Pye.
But time ran out
And they did doubt
What the future would hold for this girl and guy.

In the parking lot at the airport, they hugged and cried.
Their true feelings they could no longer hide.
But off he flew
Without a clue
That down the road, she would be his bride.

Motivated to make it happen, he bought himself a home.
Convinced her to come visit, so they wouldn’t be alone.
“I love you” said he
“Move here with me”
So they took the risk and ventured into the unknown.

On her 32nd birthday, as a total surprise,
He had called her parents to confirm his surmise
If her dad was okay
To give his daughter away
“You’d make a fine addition to the family of Pyes.”

After dinner, strolling along the Rideau Canal,
Feeling the drinks and his high morale,
He got on one knee
And asked her to be
His love, his bride, his number one gal.

Little did they know that her sweet dad, John,
By the time of the wedding, would be passed on.
But he was there
They did swear
When the sun shone through the fog on that Renews lawn.

Now it’s 10 years later and life is mighty grand.
They now live in Holyrood in beautiful Newfoundland.
They are still in love
And are quite fond of
How things can always happen, that you least planned.

So know this fact to be true,
‘Cause we know through and through,
That love can occur
Somewhere obscure
And it can hit you right out of the blue!

I love you, Besh. Thanks for being so smart. xoxo

Our wedding photo in Renews, Newfoundland

Our wedding photo in Renews, Newfoundland

kapb_headshot_-_rounded_cornersArtist Keli-Ann Pye-Beshara – Experience Newfoundland & life through my artist eyes. Born and raised here on this big rock in the Atlantic Ocean. After my Fine Arts degree and Interior Decorating, lived away for ages. In 2009 moved back with new appreciation for this place. Come hang out and explore with me. Sign up for your Piece of Pye newsletter & art prizes!

7 comments

  1. And what a beautiful wedding it was …for two of the most beautiful people one could know.

    Lots of love to you both
    Deanna
    xoxoxo

  2. I love this poem! I’ve heard the story from Brent’s side many times – how wonderful to hear it from yours ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s a very inspirational love story – I wish you many many more decades of love of joy ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Glad you like it. It just spilled out of me when I decided a “love” poem was what I was going to give Besh for our anniversary. Besh and I definitely tell stories differently, as you would know ๐Ÿ˜‰

    1. Thanks. I love this pic too. So fun and weird. Yes, we were at the Oil & Gas Magazine’s Masquerade Ball a couple of years ago.

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