There Will Be, One For You. Poem by Michael Gale

One day, there will be, one for You...
Only He, will be true-blue.

He'll wait on You hand and foot...
Aw, dang it! I can't think of
anything that rhymes with foot!

He'll tender to Your every need...
With the reflexes, He'll need His speed.

For He'll never wish to hurt Your soul...
You'll be His ever lasting goal.

He'll want to make You happy...
Love will be something.that
makes You to all, seem sappy.

Sappy as the sweetest tree...
Only in Love, But Never
Heart-Free!