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When I don't  think about love, silent as lambs,
women come flocking to me; many times
they gather to chat in a corner
and whisper with fingers pointing,  
" What a charmer! What a lover! "
I am truly psychic and intuitive,
and before they start talking,
I can read their silly minds and burst into laugh; 
and all the illusive ones may not exercise caution...  
but believe me, none of this means provocation!   



Oh, women...more stunning than the summer' stars,
only one of you I can choose, and that one
will be the one who has kept the promise of a secret;
and this special dance, so imminent, she really deserves!
Oh, women...with anxious eyes so provocative,
I can't share any of these moments, and become
that sex idol that's drawing all the focus and attention;
go after other guys who are more handsome, talkative and smart!
I 'm the quite guy who likes staying home with his gal,
and spend an evening by candle light... away from the noise and gossip! 



I like to be the center of attention when I walk
into a room full of attractive and elegant gals,
and kissing my favorite lady can spark some commotion!
I hate to push some aside, but my choice is final;
and will somebody turn pale with jealousy, let her find an alternative!
Everyone may get the wrong idea when a guy is gallant and bright,
but, all in all, do they think that a perfect match is a God-given right?
Romance loses its fascination when roses don't arrive; 
and what's is the real reason behind it, if not a loss of interest?
Can romance ever last without the affections that love imparts ?   




" What a charmer! What a lover! " is all I hear;  irresistible women,
I appreciate your compliments and excitement...tone down 
your uncontrollable emotions, don't fill 
this room with words that gigolos love to hear!
I am a faithful Romeo:  sentimental, shy, lovable and very sincere,
but another beauty cannot deceive me;
have you noticed how many smiles are flashed at me?
I can only accept the simplest and truest one!
Words...like perfection and glamour aren't in my dictionary,
simplicity and faithfulness are the most desirous and impeccabile!    


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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