Have You Met Mr. Right? Poem by K J Force

I met the man of my dreams..
And he feels the same it seems...
He always presents the week-end with a surprise....
And many times I can hardly believe my eyes....
It’s dining at it’s finest, or tickets to a play...
Or possibly... even a quick jet getaway.....
How we met was purely by chance...
It was on a business trip to France...
He offered to get me to my destination....
As I was at a loss for transportation...
And that is how I met him you see....
My friends said it was just meant to be...
They say he must really be smitten...
Because it has been written...
They haven’t seen him wine or dine...
Anyone in a very long time...
Now we don’t live in the same city...
So when we date we usually meet...
At a fancy hotel, and stay in a suite....
We’ve had several dates..and each one a pleasure
He’s been nothing less than a real live treasure...
We’ve spoken of the act...
And it seems it’s a fact..
That we both want the same...
in this dating game...
We text daily and he always calls when he said...
And we always speak just before bed....
He has two children, from what I’ve heard...
But never discusses, not even one word...
He appears to be very devoted father...
And a wonderful “ ex “ to their mother...
As he helps her by sharing the parental load...
Chauffeuring them here and there all week...
And I do understand...and I think that is sweet..
So now after months of wining and dining...
And spending our week-ends together....
We came to the conclusion that for both parties, it would be better..
To bring the children into the fold....
As we are not youngsters and the just dating gets old...
So we made our plans and set the date..
That we would now communicate...
He said why not go on a cruise to celebrate...
Everyone was excited as we boarded the ship...
It was like a dream....I was floating on air...
I had finally found my Mr. Right...
When all of a sudden I rounded the corner and saw with my own two eyes..
A man and a woman passionately kissing...IT was he but who was this woman..?
As I approached them both, he held out his hand..
Oh, this is my wife....he said with a grin..
And introduced me as just a friend...
You can draw your own conclusion...and if you can see what I missed in this poem..
As I never saw it coming...by the way the “ ex “ was dressed quite stunning...