Still like this one …. sometimes I don’t like my poems when I go back and read them!
she lived alone in her small flat
and hoped that she might meet some day
someone who’d love her (and her cat)
– a perfect love in every way
each day while waiting for the bus
she’d tell herself that come what may
she’d find ‘the one’ and be an “us”
– a perfect love in every way
it mattered not if he were small
(tall men are snapped up first they say)
as long as he would come to call
– a perfect love in every way
one night while waiting in the rain
“Let’s share a cab” she heard him say
he liked her and he made it plain
– a perfect love in every way
such happiness now filled her life
they saw each other every day
he asked her would she be his wife
– a perfect love in every way
and through the years…
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