It was almost like a perfect supper
followed by the best ice cream
Magical or she thought it was
But then it was just a dream.
In her dream there developed a friendship
a companion for life in the making
It was to get on like a house on fire
This dream was breathtaking.
A spark ignited the flame
so as to broadly speak
Trust coated the friendship
perfect but unique
The wick never did die away
the candle burning at both ends
bringing a hint of romance
and the arrows cupid could send.
Sitting chatting on the terrace
The stars lighting their dark
a single arrow shot through the sky
and entered leaving no mark.
It drew bad blood but not hers
The blood did alas depart
Leaving a crumpled broken  heart.
It was not to be Cupid had decided
A massive error to make
He wore the wrong smile on rhis face
and she had realised the mistake.
The right gentleman was immediately despatched
urgently to her at top speed
But the dream had ended
But this was destined to succeed.