Perhaps a sign from up above
An answer to my
prayers
I don’t seek
Stevie’s face
Or Aphrodite’s charms
Just a soul to take her place
Beside me in my arms
Just a soul to take her place
Beside me in my arms
An ear to hear my
many tales
Of daring do and don’t
A smile to sooth my travails
Whenever others won’t
Of daring do and don’t
A smile to sooth my travails
Whenever others won’t
A friend, my load
to share
A confidant who I can trust
My secrets in slience bear
And not think me unjust
A confidant who I can trust
My secrets in slience bear
And not think me unjust
A cheerful word at
times
When things are out of sorts
Someone to read my rhymes
With cheer despite the warts
When things are out of sorts
Someone to read my rhymes
With cheer despite the warts
Perhaps I seek a
soul so true
A special lady with talent rare
Which few could measure to
Or be this creature extrodinare
A special lady with talent rare
Which few could measure to
Or be this creature extrodinare
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