Thad Wilk - *~~ Her Mr. Right ~~*

She is in her chair; near the fireplace she lit.
Many long lonely hours, there alone
she would would sit.
~
She wants not; from this fire to keep her warm
On this night. But the heat from her man
as his arms hold her tight.
~
The someone that she yearns for is her Mr. Right.
Not a thing quells this nights chill in the air as
she waits for her new love, who would soon
be there.
~
Then suddenly; she hears the door chimes ring.
As she opens the door you could hear her heart
sing. She takes his arm as he's standing there
and Invites him in from the nights chilling air.
~
He smiles and places a rose unto her finger tips
and as he kisses her softly, on her waiting lips.
A tear of joy, down her rosy cheek - slowly slips.
He whispers he loves her and as he holds her In
In his arms tight. She knows now for sure that he
is her - Mr. Right......

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~TJW~

Thad Wilk

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