She doesn't want a Knight or an Angel sent from above, her heart cries out for a real Man to love.
She has no dreams of armor shinning bright, only to be held close, safe through the night.
Niether riches nor fame does she crave, just a few calm, peaceful days.
She could easily have that house on the hill, she'd rather have that touch, she'd rather feel.
So, send her not a Knight, for armor tends to rust and steeds ride away. Send her not an Angel, all beauty and grace, she simply wants to see love, in someones face.
Just send her a Real Man, flesh and blood, Send her a forever kind of love.
By : MidnightAngel.. June 2002 |
