Miss Right - May 28, 2001

Miss Right
(c) May 28, 2001

Each morn' I walk the wharf
To give my eyes Miss Right
My only wish has always been
To blend her heart with mine

We trade smiles each morning
I'm careful not to stare
Her slender form is graceful
under auburn locks of hair

If I blew a gentle kiss
would she bat an eye
Might she softly catch it
and wink a sweet reply

Why must simple shyness
hide me from romance
I only wish to share my love
but dare not risk the chance

I must gather courage
present my case just so
and ask Miss Right for company
at twighlight for a strole

by Ricky D. McKean

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