The Man I Love

When the mellow moon begins to beam,
Ev'ry night I dream a little dream;
And of course Prince Charming is the theme:
The he
For me.
Although I realize as well as you
It is seldom that a dream comes true,
To me it's clear
That he'll appear.

Some day he'll come along,
The man I love;
And he'll be big and strong,
The man I love;
And when he comes my way,
I'll do my best to make him stay.

He'll look at me and smile--
I'll understand;
And in a little while
He'll take my hand;
And though it seems absurd,
I know we both won't say a word.

Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,
Maybe Monday -- maybe not;
Still I'm sure to meet him one day--
Maybe Tuesday
Will be my good news day.

He'll build a little home
Just meant for two;
From which I'll never roam--
Who would? Would you?
And so all else above,
I'm waiting for
The man I love!

=-)


I could write about my family. I could write about the happiness I draw from my brothers and all our struggles and conquests as children. I could write about fights with my mother, or watching the most boring night time news with my dad... some sort of group of boring old men who have always been old and haven't changed much. hehe

I could write about wiffle ball games at my grandparents house, and harold the lizard. I could write about dealing with loss. I could write about regrets and mistakes. I could write about my biggest insecurity. I could write about my biggest shame, but I don't know that I'm ready for that.

I could write about love, about sex, about rejection and disappointment. I could write about my vanity and my inkling that I'm a genius thought muffled by shy lips.

I'm a troubled girl.

I'm so childish...

with my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly im so deep.