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~
Roses say every time, Hey get your ownd props: -) Andy 10
I was visualizing the scene of togetherness. Very much enthralled. Happy new year.
A wonderful self-contained love story Thad, beautifully written. Best wishes, Andrew
How very lucky she found her Mr. Right, we should all be so lucky. I smiled as i saw it played out in my mind as i read it. Such is the vivid imagery you depicted. Thank you very much for sharing. :)
I guess we all hope to find Mr. or Miss Right and so lucky we are to find that special person. You are a special poet, Thad, who knows all the right words to fit together in your romantic verse. Lovely as usual, my dear friend! A '10+! ' Warmest Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every thing is right in this passonate write on She and her Mr.Right...a good poem that warms up the reader mind...10