"saytr" My Lover
He has a dark sort of charm
He is a bad boy, but he means me no harm
His smile is clever, and a little naughty
But he is sweet and not at all haughty
He has lived a life of adventure and fun
With all his wild oats, he is certainly done
He is a man of romantic passion
He is a lover of all the arts and fine fashion
He will surely take me on one wild ride
And hopefully, it will be safe with "my love" in him to hide
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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