Waiting For Number 3

I'm cautiously waiting for number three That is if God had ever created her for me, She will be filled with joy and kindness and charm She'll be the one to bring me happiness and no harm. I have been waiting for her with a bag of rice As I have already been married and divorced twice, I thought that I was in love with the first two But, the love I was given wasn't there or true. I want a woman with no lies A woman who sees me as I would see her as a prize, Who will not steal or break promises or cheat And whose heart and soul isn't full of deceit. I was sad and hurt and very unlucky with my first two wives They never truly loved me were I thought love strives, I never did like their true selfs or their boyfriends That they had hidden here and there with odds and ends. My first two marriages ended in a divorce That I believe was the undeniable course, I was sad and unhappy and in undeniable soulful pain Who knows, but maybe they both felt the same. I did not like their desired lifestyles It gave me heartbreak and them smiles, And then when I found out the truths and the secrets Many nights I went to bed heartbroken and sleepless. Once they were the pride and the love of my life So, they became my joy and then my wife, One brought me misery and led me to slaughter Then I knew that she was the Devil's daughter. I divorced the first because of unhappiness and a broken heart We both had sadly grew a part, I divorced the second because of lies and adultery and sin I didn't like where she was going or where she had been. The first two women weren't suppose to be my mate So, we three ended up with a different fate, Those first two are now with other men I still haven't found a good woman to give me a win. Who knows maybe she is still really out there Every night for her I solemnly do say a prayer, I thought that I had met her once before But, in the end she wasn't who I was looking for. I am so tired of the lies and the gossip and the debating So, here I still sitting and wondering and just waiting, One day maybe in my ear God will whisper And then happily and soulfully, I will finally meet her. Randy L. McClave