Looking For Mr.. Right

I'm happy for all the beautiful women that helped me get closer to asking
the question. Where is Ms. Right? Was I a fool not to dance with you, or
hold your hand longer? Should I have made the kiss a point of electricity
that turned into a sunset? If I complain, I know, that's how I don't want
to remember you, and to the girl who's out there looking for me, I'm here.
I will be here everday at noon, the time when the sun is highest in the
sky. I can offer humor, maybe a cherry popsicle. On thing you should know,
you are not alone. M