MY DEAR BELOVED

On a regular day I think of my beloved to be

Who is the man that will captivate me?

Will he come on a white horse, powerful king of the land?

Or will he be gentle, the kind that hold hands?

Does he seek me now while I write this poem?

Our hearts beats rhythmically the sweet love song.

Will he be rich an empire of cash?

Or rich by our love, away we must stash

Is he a handsome man with features of gold?

Or a big cuddly bear that I can't wait to hold?

Will he love me compassionately through all of my trials?

The one when I am sad, besides my daughter makes me smile.

I wait for the day he sweeps me off my feet

My dearly beloved, I cant wait until we meet.

DBURKE