My brother decided to go fishing today,
I watched him throw the line behind him, in dismay.
The boy had never learned to fish,
And I watched his floater glide by with a swish.
Then all of a sudden you turned your head,
you both stood side by side on docks, so I watched you instead.
You went over to him and taught him about lures,
I smiled, watched you and wondered if you knew of any heart cures.
My brother finally did learn to fish,
He jumped around and grinned at me, all impish.
I smiled and waved at you,
You looked back at me and I instantly knew.
We'd never met each other but the calm you brought me was so vivid,
My insides were a roaring fire, unbelievably livid.
I smiled, blushed and you enjoyed teasing me,
Guess to you I was my brother's fee.
And so I remember you now my dear Matteo,
With yours cheeks flushed as a tomato,
and that birthmark under your eye,
so attractive with your timid smile, just so sly.
We talked and I I couldn't help but think,
That you were the epitome of this Lake, to the brink.
Lake Simcoe was its name
You said that fishing was like life, maybe a game?
I still never understood what you meant,
And I probably never will to this end.
I was too proud to ask you for your number,
and now I'm filled with regret and somber.
But I'll remember you here and now,
As the fisherman pulled away by the 'tow.
