Though Not The Man Of Your Dreams Poem by Curtis Mosby

Settle this heart that call love when it waits days after weeks for someone.
In the wind you leave me watching your stare as if you didn’t care.
I write about it in my personal diary burning for your words to reflect my irony.
Who to say love will not just sail away only a few run the river.
This is life you will never be here again; in front you can be your beginning or end.
Do not lose all thought of glorified happiness a book has but pages and words.
Hold me to my promises a family and a picket fence.
The water is dense feel the waves your reflection are my joyful tears today.
Take a chance there a hand if you reach out I will let go of the pen.
Open your eyes fairytales have it way of changing our views.
Among all things is the taste of love sweeter than sugar cream.
She smile, she smile, she smile at me……………
Though not the man of your dreams.