in the black suit when you lean
against the wall, shuffle your hair
that is when i know it all
dark deep eyes, will never be mine
you smile oh! so sweet just like a man
but you seek my love just like a child
of all the love you promised
under the broken skies
and of all the hundred roses
i left on your doorstep
you make me feel special, just like a man
but you play games just like a child
when we make love, you and me
all the sweet nothings you whispered
in my ears and you called my name
the little bit of you, you spared for me
oh! you show me love just like a man
but when iam gone you cry just like a child
There will always be some some form of a boy inside the man...but as the old cliche goes'There's a time & place''...and when it comes to taking a noble stance...respecting responsibility & loving a woman beyond the chemistry. Excellent depiction of those who talk a good talk....but rarely anything more. F j R 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very lovely poem...the man is always the child when the woman is around