| His eyes are blue; has lips of wine. I'm so glad this man is really mine. His arms are tender, and yet so strong. With this man, I can't go wrong. He came to me in a beautiful dream I couldn't speak, nor did I scream He spoke so softly; words of love Those words came from God above God told me that this man I'd wed Share loving moments in his bed He holds me tenderly; holds me long His arms so warm telling me this is where I belong When he comes near me I can't help but smile For as this man's wife I'd walk an extra mile Come to me darling, forever true Know that I will forever be loving you |
| MY SPECIAL MAN Copyright Alice E. Steimle - April 17, 1989 |
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