The Right One©
By Felina Silver Robinson
Copyright© 1998
Each time the phone rings she’s hoping it’s him
Sadly it turns out to be another
And not the one for whom her heart yearns for
She listens to his words ever so politely
As she’s thinking of what the words might have been
If they had come from him, the man of her dreams

Thinking of just the right words so as not to hurt him
She politely says “sorry,
I must now be on my way, as the children waiting,
Oh thanks for the call”.
You can hear the disappointment in his sigh
as he reluctantly says good night
I can only wonder if he too knows that he’s not the man of her dreams

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