The man that I love,
He must be quite gentle,
Openly sentimental,
Soft spoken with me.
He must be a scholar,
And be a bit taller.
I'll measure his strength
By how high he makes me.
The man that I love
Should not shun co-dependence
Or finding transcendence
In the smallest of things.
We will go dancing
Lift my eyes from glancing
At the feet which, embarrassed,
Refuse to grow wings.
The man that I love,
He must learn to love me.
Not just to accept me,
But help me to grow.
He'll kneel at my bedside
And through tears that we both cried
Say he's proud of the woman
That I had become.















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