Mr. Maybe

I see him sometimes in my head
so handsome, fair, and tall
he’s not quite charming as a prince
he’s nothing much at all

and at my kiss can display
some rather froggish warts
but when he smiles I misrecall
those less than perfect notes.

Mr. Right is just a dream
a bubble or a rhyme.
Mr. Wrong is way too real
we’ve met a thousand times.

Heathcliff’s mad and Darcy’s proud,
Rochester is married
Vamps, I fear, give me the creeps
Romeo is buried

I’ve given up on Aragorn
and Peter Pan’s a baby
I’m old enough to compromise—
I long for Mr. Maybe

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