Queen
I have had plenty of relationships that have resulted in my heart being ripped out and thrown on the floor.
But being the hopeless romantic I am I will always crave more.
Crave more LOVE than LUST while suppressing my desires.
Your eyes tell me you want me, but it means nothing if your heart isn't on fire.
I want to grow old with a man who accepts everything about me.
One who can look me in the eyes and know he has no reason to doubt me.
Almost every guy I have met has tried to have sex so what you want is nothing new
But at this point in my life all I want is a man I can sit back with forever and enjoy the view.
I understand and respect your opinion of the situation at hand.
No matter how much my body craves you, the only one who will get this is the one I can officially call my man.
In the end I am merely a lonely loyal Queen looking for a King to share my world with and forever reign.
Take it or leave it, but my feelings about it will remain the same.
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