Lucky
I pray that you get lucky, and meet the perfect mate,
The one that hangs on every word, and makes you feel so great.
The one that always looks at you, in that very special way,
He always calls, and checks on you, and doesn't miss a day.
The one that makes your heart soar, and feel like it skips a beat,
He holds your hand, and grins at you, and makes you feel complete.
He asks you how your day was, and consoles you when you cry,
You confide your darkest secrets, but he knows to never pry.
You accept each other for who you are, and share your history too,
The good, the bad, the ugly, and other people that you knew.
You laugh, and you cry, and may even sometimes fight,
But making up is so sweet, and could maybe last all night.
When the day is over, and you both lay down to sleep,
He'll let you cuddle next to him, you know you've fallen deep.
Now I pray that you get lucky, like I did years ago,
Keep looking, because he's out there, your loyal loving beau.
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