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 

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