Heart Of The Matter
Another Man
Could there ever be another man,
Who makes me feel this way,
Who makes the dark clouds disappear,
When I think of him each day,
Who fills my life with fairy tales,
Proud castles in the air,
Who loves me with a passion,
That goes way beyond compare,
A man who paints me diamonds,
On a dreary winter sky,
Who woos me with such ardour,
Sings a gentle lullaby,
A man who so respects me,
And adores the things I say,
Who takes the very heart of me,
When he has to go away,
A man who listens to me,
One I know, will understand,
Whose eyes are softly silent,
When I take him by the hand,
A man who's so contented,
Just to have my company,
A man who made me happy,
Knowing he's in love with me.
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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