Dream Come True
If I could make one dream come true,
It would not of the sky be blue
A brand new shoe, Or sumptuous view.
I’d reach into your heart so kind
And there and then I think I’d find
A love well mined, But sweet and shined.
Who wants a man of virgin brand?
I need someone with whom I stand
A touch of hand, Who thinks me grand.
Who knows I’m not a virgin too
Yet sees in me a woman true
No sexless shrew, Or nothing new.
I need to know that he will stay
And never ever fade away
That he can play, And will not stray.
So if you think you’d like the job,
To give my heart a big hard throb,
Don’t be a slob, Or bossy Bob,
But tell me what you’ll feed your pet,
And give yourself the best love yet,
Go place your bet @joy.net.
This poem was written by Joy Johnson – Pearson on 07 February 2019. Document number: JOY 04
