An Acrostic Poem.
Lonely is my bed.
Opportunity came to knock at my door.
Veins in my heart were bursting from the beauty of his face.
Everything was falling into place.
Someday, maybe he will marry me.
Unless he already has a wife?
Can I trust him?
Kindness he showered down upon me.
Salesmen know how to work a bored housewife. Le sigh!