Alone again for what seemed like the millionth time,
she wanted ice cream. 
Deciding she needed chocolate SYRUP 
to complete her mood healing meal, 
she dressed in flannel
pants and a tank top. 
Jogging to the 24-hour grocer
at the PLAZA by her home. 
She walked into the store, 
captured by the LUSTER 
of those sapphire eyes. 
Followed soon after 
by his CONTAGIOUS, 
heartwarming smile. 
He was her idea of a good guy, 
someone who wouldn't put her down, 
who wouldn't hit her 
the way her ex had. 
He was the kind of guy who 
would fluster her so, 
that she would lose her TRAIN of thought. 
A week ago, she'd come in 
to get a quart of milk, 
when he'd asked if 
she would SCRAWL her name 
and number on the inside cover 
of the FICTION novel he was reading. 
She'd gladly obliged him, 
overly happy he'd noticed 
her the way she'd noticed him. 
Tonight was different, 
he saw her first, 
putting down a box of canned lima beans 
that he'd been stocking 
as she walked up to him. 
He noticed she was not 
her usual happy self, 
and proceeded to tell her 
that she'd perfected the way 
to best EMULATE a truly lonely person. 
She smiled and laughed because he was right. 
Then he truly suprised her,
fully introducing himself, 
"Hi, my name is Robby Norris, 
I get off in ten minutes. 
What do you say,
we go back to the place 
where you RESIDE and 
cuddle up under a BLANKET?"

needless to say she said yes.