PPBlessing

She fell in love with the idea of him:
An MOG, filled with the spirit,
Rich, cool-headed, welcoming,
With face so fine it made her head spin.

She fell in love with the idea of him,
Without knowing that he has:
A temper that could set the forest on fire,
And hands that were quick.

She fell in love with the idea of him,
She didn’t get to know him,
She married her idea of him,
And now, she’s trapped with the real him.