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A Man Like You

A man like you considered I a myth... 
They just do not exist in nature. 
There must along side something odd herewith. 
Dark and poignant. I meet you, stranger. 

You read, you write, you're just great with people, 
You are decent, honest and content. 
While you are caressing my bare nipple 
You like my jokes, laugh and pay the rent. 

You are genuine, creative, daring,
You try new things out and you like kids.
I met you weeks ago and now I'm scared
How in the world would I get a grip

On all these feelings, such strong affection? 
You have simply set the bar too high... 
But you gave me purpose and direction. 
I grew a tumor, thank God, benign.

You play guitar and you compose music. 
Yet you are successful in a biz 
Of suits, agreements, you like my pubic 
Hair. You can pleasure me, you're a whiz!

You're into arts and theater, ballet. 
Balzac and Rodin - those you admire. 
You are set to win while I fell astray. 
You will sing and sculpt when you retire.

You are tender, fit, cute and you do sports.
How do these get along together? 
You are attentive, kind, you rule in court, 
Want to dress me in suit of leather.

You sing, you're politically correct, 
Feelings take in consideration. 
Oh how losing you one cannot regret? 
You brought me hope and liberation.

Oh yes and you negotiate too well. 
This art you've mastered long ago. 
You are insightful, you are bright, you're swell! 
You are simple and you drink Bordeaux.

You prefer treating women like a queen. 
That still exists? I thought it doesn't. 
You feel real deep but you are made of steel. 
I slumped in love all of a sudden.

I surely saw a lot of men before... 
I played with them, I tried to tame one 
With no success, was left completely sore, 
Longed to dissipate. My song was sung. 

I closed my eyes, ran from all this hassle. 
Negotiating with scum. Little use. 
Was occupied with survival, wrestle. 
It's when I met you I was set loose.

None of the men I have ever been with
Could touch the bar set by my dad. 
Among the boyfriend myriad you're fifth 
You topped my dearest dad. I'm glad. 

My heart is rocking. Can't believe it! Wow! 
Your daughters have a hard time choosing... 
I have to learn again to live the now. 
They? They'd better get used to losing...

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