Dishes. . .

Of all the people
On this earth
There is one
Who thinks
I'm special -
That's special

He may be crazy
May be misinformed
But
I'm not going to
Tell him just
Yet

It will be my special
Secret
One I will hold
Dear

And if he ever does
Come to his senses
And find someone more
- well adjusted

I will treasure
The time we had together
And wish him well
As he begins another journey
With the one
Who has all
Her dishes done
- always