Hoping, dreaming, wondering her name
The rain clouds lifted
The sun shone in
At once thoughts drifted
Her heart I'd win!
Through intricate prose
Or simple repose
Our paths would meet
Becoming one and the same
But first, dear muse
A hint of her name?
I apologize friend
For though I tickle imagination
Things like Ms. Wifey
Are beyond my contemplation
Sure, I could create an elaborate trait
That would have you flipping heals
But the truth of the matter
Is that fiction is sadder
When you find out a character ain't real
I bucked up in my chair
And was suddenly aware
That my muse had rejected my plea
To envision a goddess
Nay, an angel more modest
So I asked, "Why won't you help me?"
Oh, dear dreamer
You're always the schemer
Hustling for the ends you seek
But you must understand
That when it comes to woman and man
Reality is the mountain's peak
If you create perfection
Via internal reflection
You'll find yourself unsatisfied with what's really out there
But if you clear your mind
From benchmarks, you'll find
A world full maidens quite beautiful and fair
My head began nodding
For I understood the muse
The answer I was prodding
Came in a range of hues
But if I focused on one image
The right one I might lose
For hidden among the masses
Was the unknown, but ideal fuse.
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