IDEAL MATCH
IDEAL MATCH Last night, I dreamed of her, A pear-shaped beauty, lenses shining clear. Her blunt bob haircut framed her face, A vision of loveliness, a wondrous, dreamy space. Her name, a mystery, starts with M, ends with A, A hint of elegance, a whisper of sweetness to say. No ego, no pride, just gentle, polite ways, A gem among women, in a league of her own rays. While all the girls stood on one side, She stood apart, a shining, incomparable bride. Though it's just a dream, I believe she's real, A treasure waiting to be found, a heart that will reveal. ~Anthony Mushahary