A Good Man
Fair of face, long of limb.
Broad shoulders, waist trim.
Laugh out loud at my jokes.
Has the tenderest, sensitive stroke.
Likes music, loves to dance.
Not afraid to take a chance
on this broken heart of mine.
I hope then our lives entwine.
Just be gentle with your prize.
I will kiss your sleeping eyes.
Soul searching just for you.
When will one become two?
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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