A man’s role?
So many times
My eyes see other men
I wonder to myself
In bed, if they can offer
More than my boyfriend
And I stay in thought long enough
To empty my fortune
Of wants and desires
I keep coming up with
Nobody can be better
Than what I have
He’s loving, tender, caring,
And i’m not sharing him!
With anybody!
So often I sit and think
Where would I be
If we didn’t meet
And now I go to sleep
Knowing his love for me
Is concrete and so
My fuse will not go out
And i’m showing him
That we are made for
Each other, tomorrow
With flowers