Our photos we post
with no intention to boast.
You’re thinking she looks fine,
and I am thinking will he be mine?
I can’t help but wonder,
is he a man vain enough to use Rogaine?
Or will he cause me hurt and pain?
And so we begin to exchange words,
and divulge our biggest dream.
When I meet him will I scream?
His printed words are great and
I can hardly wait for him to make a date.
The words become intense
And I begin to feel the suspense.
I begin to wonder what will I wear,
and will we actually become a pair?
Wouldn’t it be awful if he weren’t really there?
All I am searching for is contentment
and for neither of us to feel disappointment
And so, my final line has come to me.
Could it be that the man on my screen will be part of my destiny?
This poem was written/submitted by Sylvia Hoeree.