The Girl of my Dreams (Poetry-6/1999)

I thought I saw you yesterday...
   ...'cause once I did, music played.
What you wore is not important...
   ...either way, your love's absorbant.
One look made me feel like a king...
   ...or more like a puppet on a string.
Mostly cheerful, sometimes reprimanding...
   ...but always sure of where you're standing.
Your type, makes hearts cringe...
   ...but you make ME feel like a drunk on a binge.
The reason is what you hold inside...
   ...the part I easily see, but from others you hide.
It's full of sugar, spice and everything nice...
   ...but to get in they must all pay a price.
Not, as in monetary, 'cuz that's not your style...
   ...but, of love, of which, you'd love a pile.
Kind, loyal, understanding and trusting...
   ...and with love, you're definitely busting.
Not to worry, in me, a broken-heart you'll never find...
   ...'cause if allowed, you'd always be mine.
The one woman I'd never leave and always be true to...
   ...kept you company when there was nothing else to do.
For me, you cooked, washed and cleaned...
   ...but then, no more of you, I seen.
Covered with dirt, in a coffin you lie...
   ...making me wonder, why people must die.
Good, bad, or neutral doesn't seem to count...
   ...that big flying unicorn irregardless, you'll mount.
But in my heart, you'll always remain...
   ...with my bitterness, pleasure and my pain.
If I could, I'd cry and cry and cry...
   ...but your loss has me dry inside.
Mommy, I first began writing this story...
   ...about a girl whom I'd love to glory.
This girl I see every night in my dreams...
   ...but why write about a dream...
...when there's reality!