I Caught Myself Wanting Again Today

It lately hasn't bothered me as much
That I will never have a gorgeous man,
Tall, blonde, athletic, muscular and tan,
The sort that perfect strangers want to touch.

The energy approaches, sure but slow,
Of someone quiet, musical and kind,
A man whom I can trust to speak his mind
Whom I will fall in love with at "Hello."

"Bei gott im himmel, you're him, you're the one!"
I'll say, for Truth withstands the test of speech.
And, though he may not say the thing out loud,
He'll think it, and no man will be allowed
To break us or our virtue to impeach.
It's then my life, at last, will have begun.

* * *

Grasping for that which is meant to be does no good. Still, the waiting is driving me stark-raving, hay-chewing, cuckoobananas. >sigh<