She stands just so
Afraid to touch
The man in front of her
She touches him briefly
On his warm cheeks
As she reaches for his face
And asks him softly
Are you real
Holding her thus
He traces his smile
With her fingers to feel his joy
That shines from his lips
Yes love I am real
Then moving her fingers
Gently across his lips
Are thine lips for real?
Will we kiss in bliss?
Holding her thus
He kisses each finger
That caresses his lips
Yes, love there real
You have such beautiful eyes
That smile from within
Are they for real
She lightly touches
His lash's and gasps
In surprise
He looks upon her face
Her almond shaped eyes
So soft and kind
Her lush tender lips
Just right to kiss
Yes love they are real
These eyes gaze upon her beauty
To memorize each curve
Each wonderful shade
That is hers alone…he sighs with bliss
I am real my love
Tears spring to her eyes
And as the droplets
Cascade down her
Warm tender cheeks
He asks quickly with urgency
Why do you cry?
She blushes feeling suddenly shy
Moreover, tries to smile her best smile
It is all true then dreams do come true
You are my Mr. Right
He smiles softly in her eyes
And sweeps her off her feet
As he kisses her gently on her lips
And whispers in one breathe
Your damn right I am
Nice to meet you Mrs. Right
©Kaila George 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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