I got a chance to see
the man of my dreams
today at first mornings
light, with all of the
strength and might he has
right now he's sleeping
and very much a sight.

I guess I should not wake
him, he sleeps so very well
on that couch he loves and
will not sell.

I can't understand it, it's
tattered and torn, and really
does smell. The springs stick
out, the arms sag as well.

But some day I know and I can
wait, I will not have to share
my man with that couch from hell.


Cerenity