I dreamt of a knight in the night,

noble and handsome and fine.

I think that I’ve met Mr. Right.

His armor gleams ― wonderful sight.

Lips of crimson say he’s mine.

Yes, I dreamt of my knight in the night.

His arms embrace, fill with delight.

We smile, lift our glasses of wine.

I’m thinking he’s my Mr. Right.

His linen shirt is flowing white;

when he gazes at me, his eyes shine.

My wonderful knight, Mr. Right.

As I open his shirt he takes flight.

He’s not for me; our stars don’t align.

Although I’d dreamt of this knight in the night,

he’s Mr. Wrong; and I’m alright.