Mr. Right
Flowers on the nightstand, a dozen or more,
I can't remember ever seeing this before.
What did I do, to deserve all this beauty,
or what did you do, other than, neglecting your duty.
Pearls on my counter, in a velvet box of blue,
something is up, this is so unlike you.
My imagination is running wild tonight,
maybe one day, this man will be my Mr. Right.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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