Mr. Movie-star, the man whom every
woman (even my sweetheart) desires. ‘Tis
easy to see why he is so favored,
yet when I see a super-model or
a beautiful actress, I don’t express
my deep longing for them. For there is none,
I don’t say, “The man who gets her is the
luckiest on earth.” I am that lucky.
I have someone who is perfect. When I
see the super-star I only see her
differences. The ways in which she is not
like my darling. Since my treasure has no
blemish, I see the famous and realize
that there is no attraction. For they are
not perfect. I now hold the post perfect
woman in my arms. It is too bad that
she now dreams of Mr. Movie-star, while
the only one I desire is she.
She’s the only one I dream of having.