there's some thing about this man <br />tall, stooping now with the weight of his belly <br />with a casual smile <br />and a glow in the eyes. <br /> <br />there's something about his hands <br />strong and soft in touch <br />large to hold yours both in one <br />his lazy slouching ways. <br /> <br />there's something charming about <br />his stooping to listen to you <br />chuckling at your jokes <br />travelling with you in time <br /> <br />its not his ways <br />no, not the looks <br />nor the heavy purse <br />that draws you to him <br />like glow worm to light <br /> <br /> <br />its his heart <br />at once manly and child like <br />his almost motherly concern <br />his pride in owning you <br /> <br />that makes you relax <br />sit back <br />let him lead the way <br />not that he's always right <br />what the hell! he cares alright.<br /><br />sreelekha premjit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-slouching-stooping-man/
