When a Real Man Loves You…

Posted: September 10, 2012 in Hugh Hefner Happy!, I really love that guy!, Loving My Life! (so screw you!)

This is what he thinks about you:

When I was younger man I hadn’t a care
Foolin’ around, hitting the town, growing my hair
You came along and stole my heart when you entered my life
Ooh babe you got what it takes so I made you my wife

Since then I never looked back
It’s almost like living a dream
And ooh I love you

You came along from far away and found me here
I was playin’ around, feeling down, hittin’ the beer
You picked me up from off the floor and gave me a smile
You said you’re much too young, your life ain’t begun, let’s walk for awhile

And as my head was spinnin’ ’round
I gazed into your eyes
And thought ooh I want you

Thank you babe for being a friend
And shinin’ your light in my life
’cause ooh I need you

As my head was comin’ round
I gazed into your eyes
And thought ooh I want you

Thanks again for being my friend
And straightenin’ out my life
’cause ooh I need you

Since then I never looked back
It’s almost like livin’ a dream
Ooh I got you

If ever a man had it all
It would have to be me
And ooh I love you


My husband – the non-emotional, anti-sentimental, hardcore manly man – picked this song for our first dance together. All by himself.

And what’s crazy great about this? I believe every single word of this emanates from his soul. Even if he doesn’t sing it from the rooftops every single day. I believe him even in his silence. I don’t know if I’ve had that at all for decades actually… someone who loved me and I believed it whole heartedly.

He’s a good man. I’m very blessed.

 

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