I Kidnapped Tonya

Every once in a while, I like to invite a guest writer to my blog to contribute his or her thoughts, musings, commentary - even poetry. This guest entry is not from Tonya. I kidnapped her. But because I kidnapped her, I've obtained a very special love song in the mail, written for her. It's from one of her most devoted admirers, Antonio. Congratulations, Antonio, you're my first guest contributor! (Antonio would prefer not to give out his real name, but when it comes to soul-moving poetry and love, there's no room for ego, anyway, right?). Anyway, here it goes...

Tonya!

Your love is as great as
the mountains of Chile,
your laugh flows around me
like the rios of...Chile
so tell me girl
what's the deal, ay?

Can we get together?
Will you hold me tight,
all through el dia
and into the night.

If your father were here
would he give his consent
or would we elope
with a pack and a tent?

On we'd go
on the wings of a prayer
up to the mountains
and the rarefied air.

If you look in the books
it reads "Patagonia,"
but they don't compare
to my lovely Tonya.

Inspired. Truly a tearjerker (considering the context, that is). But it gets better. Antonio has encouraged me to put these lyrics to music, add more stanzas even. Ha! Antonio is a sharp cookie indeed! He knows I'm a sucker for balladic call and response, and that in order to realize this I would need to include the enchanting vocals of Tonya herself - which, in turn, would require me to remove the duct tape from her mouth. Then she could call for help. Then I would be arrested. It's a daring plan, Antonio, with all odds against its success, but I've seen you work your magic before, and I may be tricked into it yet!

Oh, dear readers, it's true perhaps that Antonio suffers still more than Tonya. Help him regain his love. Help save Tonya!