Gentle and soft enough
Apart from being tough
Who knows how to get rough
And yet still a gentleman
I’m not looking for the perfect guy
I don’t want someone who would bribe me with the material things he can buy
I want the things money can’t buy
The kind of man who’s got talent, funny, and smart
The one that likes to talk to me, for a start
The kind who’s not obsessive
The kind that let’s me do my thing
The kind that makes me feel the “zing”
That’s my kind of man
She had grace and beauty
Always sweet and never naughty
She see!ed fancy and had flair
But never boastful or conceited….
….Still, it seemed she walked on air
It’s like the sun shines everytime he smiles
A light in that look
A hint of glitter
The warmest smile
A dashing air of grace and kindness
Where, oh where could such young lad be?
Hello world, how are you?
I’ve been keeping you from a distance
Been looking from the outside
Many beautiful things you offer
But some of my kind doesn’t bother.
They fight, they bicker
Back stab one another
It is no wonder
Why you cry floods of water
You try to cleanse yourself of us
Seeing we’re the impurities.
Hello world. Is it too late for me to say how lovely you are?
How precious you are
How grateful should all of us be.
What kind of man?
Yes, what kind of man do I want?
I have never really thought about it much
I guess I’ve always thought
That I will just know
I leave the question
He’s walking as if on air
He’s full of glamour and grace
and bursting with utmost confidence
He takes time to listen and he listens very well
His eyes are kind and you can’t help but fall into them
His smile is genuine,
his honest and kind
All this he is and all this he’s not
for if he were true or simply even real
he’d only break my heart