The Perfect Feet
5/21/21
The Night is Turning On. The Stars are Coming Out. The Sun is Setting Down West. Soon I will Sleep. Soon I will Awake to a Another Early Day. I will Ask God Again and Again how is She? My Love. My Romance. I will Ask God how She is because I'm so Shy and Timid. I'm so Small and Incomplete. The Smallest Fish in this Big Gigantic Sea. The Ocean Roars from Side to Side. The Ocean is Deep with so Many. With so Many Other Beings Living Within the Seas. And I'm so Shy. And I'm so Timid. Now Looking in the Mirror and Seeing that I have Aged and Sometimes do not know Who is There. Again Asking God in Prayer Where is She? Hoping She is Beautiful. Hoping She is Kind and Smart. Hoping She is Full of Love and Understanding. With the Perfect Feet. With the Perfect Toes. Just a Little Extra for Me. Today was Good. Today was Great. Hoping One Day to Meet Her in a Perfect Dream or Two. Maybe a Sweet Kiss. Maybe a Sweet Dance. Holding Hands. I'm Asking God Again to Make Her with Magic. Make Her Deep. Make Her Understand. To Make Her Complete. Now the Night is Here. The Stars are Turning on. Sun is at Rest. The Morning will Rise Again in Time. So, God Bless Me Tonight and Kiss Her for Me Oh So Sweet and Right...
M.J.S.
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Author:
MJS (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 8th, 2021 09:58
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this one with high hopes of meeting someone in the future.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Hi Michael - - Thanks for this heart-touching read Such a gem of tender romantic wordlings arranged to describe the perfect dream-girl who lives in the mind of one who sees beauty even in feet.
Thank You for the interest in My Writing. My mind does wander a lot about a dream girl.
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