Sonnett III
As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray:
That one day I will find someone to share
My life with me -- someone who really cares,
She must have a caring heart made from gold;
Long, beautiful, shining hair (any shade);
And from the finest materials made,
A peaceful, loving, caring, smiling soul.
I don't think I will find her --
I really don't think it is meant to be
Could she exist and not be already
Taken? The chances are slim and none, sir.
One day I will find her, if it's truly
Meant to be and then I'll wake up happy.
©1997 Jason R. Cunningham
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