I may not be the finest thing since the slice of bread
I may not be the star of the fantasies
You`ve conjured up in your head
I may not be the ideal man of your dreams
I may not be the one who makes your
Toes curl and makes you scream
I may not say all the things you think I should
I may not always look or speak the best that I could
I may not fit the bill or the standards
Set by your friends
But did you ever have an inkling of a thought
That I might be a godsend
Don`t you want a man who`ll love you completely
A man who`ll sacrifice him all for you
Don`t you want a man who`ll be faithful
A man who`ll always stand by you
I may not be the cutest man in the crowd
But I am a man of whom you can be proud of
My intelligence is like a river overflowing
And with me there is confidence in knowing
I will always be there by your side
I may not be all you said you wanted
But don`t discard me without much thought
Don`t pass me by because of some image
That society has taught
Get to know the man in me
And take a stand undaunted
And eventually you`ll come to see
I`m everything you never knew you wanted
Another One Of My Master Pieces...
The Invitation
It doesn t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart s longing.
It doesn t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it s not pretty, everyday, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes!
It doesn t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn t interest me who you know and how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, form the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
These are the things that interest me! And are what I need, want, desire and crave!!!
