DATING FRANK SINATRA

The man who beckons for you to fly away with him.

A dapperly dressed fella whose hands welcome you.

With hands that fight to never let you go

And fingers that brush your cheek in just the right way.

The one whose eyes dazzle until you twinkle.

One with a smile that makes you smile.

One whose crooning causes you to stir

And one who melts you into butter.

That someone who places loose hair behind your ears

And breathes in your smell deeply.

That someone who welcomes you into his dreams

Only to enter yours without the slightest warning.