I Wonder No More
Walking down the street
With a wiggle in her hip,
I wonder,
Is she the one?
Panting to catch her
Before the door closes,
The trail of perfume
Enticing my senses.
I wonder,
Is she the one?
Is she the one
To take my hand,
The one to make my life?
Oh, how grand,
If she'd be mine!
I wonder...
Across the room
She turns and smiles,
Stopping me in my tracks.
A grin splits my face, and
I wonder; Am I the one?
Then from behind me
Steps a man,
Suave in his suit and tie,
Her arms reaching,
Enfolding him close.
I wonder no more,
If she's the one.
I leave, with my heart
In my hand,
Noting other guys
Like me,
They had all wondered;
Was she the one?
I answer aloud,
For the broken hearts,
That didn't even make it
To first base,
Except for that one
Lucky guy.
Now, all our hopes dashed,
Because the answer was;
She'll never be the one for us.
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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