Who knows you as you really are? Does he?
Who knows the secret hopes that warm your heart?
Who knows the dreams you dream, the words you’ve left unspoken?
Who knows the black-lace thoughts you think while shopping in a gingham frock?
Who knows you sometimes long to sleep in pure-silk sheets?
Who knows you’d love to meet a man who’d hold your hand and listen while you say nothing at all?
Who knows there was a morning when your orange juice sparkled like champagne?
Who knows the secret, siren side of you that’s female as a silken cat?
.. A trifle shy, but oh-so warm.. and just a little reckless, deep inside.. as strange and unexpected as cherries in the snow.
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and what if there is one who does?
and what if he is actually out there?
and what if he is all that and more?
and what if he challenges your poem by his sheer existence?
and what if you dont understand him at all?
would you accept him as a man who understood you?
would you love him like he should be loved?
would you want to know if he loved you like you should be loved?
indeed..i would.
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