Dreams Are Not Reality For M 'Lady Ann Beard Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Dreams are not reality

She was not fat nor was she thin
but rather somewhere in between.

She was not dark nor was she fair
for she was blessed with auburn hair

Her eyes were neither brown nor blue
but of a subtle sea green hue

She was not bold se was not shy
but always acted modestly

She had a brain which she could use.
Quite unafraid to state her views.

By nature she was sweet and kind.
The ideal girl I had in mind.

I searched but unsuccessfully
Perhaps I set my sights too high

Still single at thirty and two.
I met and fell in love with you.

I knew you were the one for me
and I surrendered easily.

Gave up my foolish fantasy
and recognised reality.

I was not meant to be alone
I think that I had always known.

Some day somewhere there had to be
A real girl not a fantasy.

So I asked you to marry me
in the faint hope you would agree.

Overjoyed when you said yes
I could forget my loneliness.

We face the world now side by side
I have some reason now for pride.

Because you love me I must be
a better man than I could see.

Until I looked into your eyes
and saw you saw me as a prize.

27-Nov-08

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