His
mind is sharp,
And his will is strong;
His lovin's gentle,
And he loves me long.
He has a touch,
To set my skin afire;
He has a soul,
One can admire.
Give him a steak,
And a good, cold beer;
I always know,
I have nothing to fear.
His word is bond,
Promises he keeps;
When my eyes see him,
Then my heart leaps.
I could love this man,
I think you know;
With his quick mind,
And his hands so slow.
But he's not ready,
He has a world to see;
But, who knows, one day
He may come back to me.
~
Sandra
Oidtman
~
©1997
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