| I see him sometimes in my head so handsome, fair, and tall he’s not quite charming as a prince he’s nothing much at all and at my kiss can display some rather froggish warts but when he smiles I misrecall those less than perfect notes. Mr. Right is just a dream a bubble or a rhyme. Mr. Wrong is way too real we’ve met a thousand times. Heathcliff’s mad and Darcy’s proud, Rochester is married Vamps, I fear, give me the creeps Romeo is buried I’ve given up on Aragorn and Peter Pan’s a baby I’m old enough to compromise— I long for Mr. Maybe line count: 20 |