In Search of the ONE Woman Man
I search for a near sighted man,
whose eyes can see only me.
I need a man with short arms,
so I alone can fit in his warm embrace.
How big is your bed, will it cradle only us?
Elusive one, you understand that
three is a crowd.
Your type is a rare find.
Intentions are pure, no hidden agenda.
I trust your words, for they are truth.
There are no walls between us,
True love with undeniable trust
is the formula that captures the heart
and allows love to flourish.
Men like you are precious,
rare and unpolished,
like a diamond in the rough.
you are the one worth waiting for.
So, I continue the wait,
settling for nothing less than what I deserve:
My ONE woman man.
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