You say you are fed up with all the fucking games.
You date and try but you still lock your heart away.
A man is after sex my dear it is his intent to get laid.
You must enter his head my lady to forsee if he is to lead you astray.
How many nights have you spent knelt asking the Lord for that "Hail Mary" the "Mayday"?
Do not despair the man you seek exists not only in your dreams
But he is locked away within his own heart.
A place of his own choosing is where he conceeds
Working on himself to heal the wounds your sisters placed within his soul that were much maligned
You must be open to him to catch his gaze
Try to better your self you might be amazed
It was you the entire time who's conceptions were maimed.
You were falling for the weak, the shallow, the unrestrained.
A man of character, substance, and love will be realized once you open your eyes.
Within a book, a coffee shop, a church social a place very uncontrived is where your man lies...
© Peter Gunn