He is the man with the boyish grin <br />And the naughty glint in his dark eyes <br />The one with the dimpled cheeks <br />And stubborn chin <br />Yes he is the one who stole my heart <br />How dashing he looks in his tuxedo tonight <br /> <br />His eyes searching mine <br />The sudden stubborn hardness of his jaw <br />Whispering to the beauty at his side <br />The harsh words with which we parted <br />He called me a whore <br />For unwanted attention received <br />Roses and bouquets thrown at my feet <br />Still he is the one with a different partner every night <br /> <br /> I stand proud for I'm not of his kind <br />For I love who I am <br />Who needs a man like that after all? <br />Men, they're just a waste of time <br />For now I will enjoy walking the ramps <br />Because I'm still young <br />Have the world at my feet <br />And Aunty May as my chaperone <br /> <br />Dashing as he is <br />I would much prefer someone who is humble and kind <br />For now I am contented and at peace <br />With whom I have become<br /><br />persian khushi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-not-for-me/
