The telephone rings, her heart beats faster
On hearing his voice; the meltdown begins.
His words serve to calm, no more disaster;
They are soulmates, almost a pair of twins.
Smiling, she snuggles back into her chair.
He tells her how much he wants to kiss her
He likes her deep blue eyes, her golden hair;
She likes him too, she feels she must concur.
The two of them talk, and then talk some more;
Reluctantly he says, "I have to go."
She says farewell to the one she adores,
Her perfect man, her one true love, her beau.
Then she settles happily to await
His return through their wooden garden gate.
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