A/N: This is a Wilson/Cuddy poem fic though it could be taken as a House/Cuddy one. Please do not use my poem since I have worked very very hard on it. At least as my permission or credit me. Do NOT take it as your own. Anyways, reviews are my vicoden, enjoy 3

A Beautiful Mistake

She sits behind a desk all day,
And she barely gets up at all,
And once in a while you'll pray, you'll pray,
That she'll stand up nice and tall,

And walk out with her head held high,
Swinging those wonderful hips ,
Maybe she'll let out a sigh,
From those light pink lips.

Maybe she'll yell at you,
You just love to hear her voice,
And sometimes you yell too,
And you know you have to make a choice,
'Cause she's tired of the same old coo,
Tired of you makin' noise.

And sometimes you think 'today, today,
I'll tell her how I feel,
And maybe it'll be ok, ok,
And there's a possibility I may steal, oh steal,
her breath away'
But in her eyes colored like steel,
You see it's just a beautiful mistake.

Nothing more or nothing less,
Just an accident with a consiquence,
And how the hell did you get in this mess,
And when have you lost your sense?

And one day you made her cry,
And you have promised no one,
You'd try and try,
To show her the sun.

Cause when she cries it's like a million crystals falling,
When she smiles it's blinding like the sun,
And when she yells it's like angels calling, calling,
And sometimes you just want to say 'Sit down hun'
'And calm down hun, and be here hun,
with me.'

'Cause she'll never stay still long enough for you,
It's always work, work, work,
and oh so much to do,
and work, work, work,
Someday you might try it too.

It sometimes looks ok,
To lose yourself in the world she's in,
Maybe you'll start today,
To see if maybe in that world she'll sin,
And maybe it'll be ok,
'Cause they're such a beautiful mistake.

And sometimes you wish that you'll be warm in the night,
Right in her tight embrace, And maybe one day you might, you might,
Not be alone at your place.

With a glass of scotch in one hand,
Your mind racing with thoughts of her,
And some horribly awful band,
Playing with the hopes of a cure.

You only want to take,
You only want to make,
This something more than a,
Beautiful mistake.