Blessed be the man
that show up at my door
looking and smelling good
tips his hat
and delivers a bouquet 
of  my favorite 
pink roses

Blessed be the man
who wines and dines me
looks into my eyes
and just adores me

Blessed be the man
who doesn't rush me
into his bed
Passion is his game
and that will remain

Blessed is the man
who doesn't want 
small talk
but rather laugh
tenderly caress my hands
as we speak

Blessed is the man,
allowing me to decided
when I want that first special
kiss.

Blessed is the man,
that has so much respect
he can wait for his
Prize
deserving it, not needing it

Blessed is the man,
who shares my love
wants to marry me
knowing I am me,
even without the makeup
the fancy clothes
the girdle to make me slimmer

Blessed is the man
that comes to the front door
with a job
not a part time, here, there gone
tomorrow job
A hard working man who will
 spare a nifty fifty
or more

Blessed be the man
with no Baby Momma Drama
Take care of it, before me!


Blessed be that man,
and where the Hell is he?