Hi. My name is Stan.
I thought I had a plan.
I'd join a dating site.
And there find Miss Right.
But my very simple quest
Has brought me much unrest.
Is there anyone who's real,
Whose genuineness I might feel?
Or are all scammers & fakers,
Not givers, but only takers?
On the net can true love be found
Where when I "chat" there's no sound?
Or are all devils in disguise,
Who give only false replies?
My heart it is surely aching,
It can take no more breaking.
So if my "earth angel" is for real,
Then my wounded soul she must heal.

If you are reading this poem
From your bright cheery home.
And you're looking for someone true
And not some jerk from Timbuktu.
Then I just might be the man
That will take you by the hand.
As I bend down on one knee
And ask: "Will you love only me?"
If your answer is a yes
There will be a sweet caress.
My heart and mind will soar on high
As Cupid shoots his arrows from the sky.
Binding us together for life
As your husband and my wife.
If all this sounds like a dream
Then don't wake up or even scream.
For we must not lose our hope for love
It comes not from below but from above.