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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