Who needs a man who's stodgy and gruff?
Who likes to play pranks and likes to be rough?
Who needs a man who's obnoxious and foul?
Not I. Not I! Not I.

I want a man who's outside is hard
But who's soul is a poet's and heart is a bard's
I want a man who's brain is all there.
That's my kind of man, aye!

I need a man who's willing to laugh
Who's not yet afraid to come into a bath
I need a man who's going to listen
And understand me and why.

I crave a man who's deliciously smart
Who's witty and sharp, who's brain is one part
I crave a man who's going to crave me
And stay with me till light is nigh.

I desire a man who's gentle and kind
But isn't as weak as an empty orange rind
I desire a man who know what he wants
And has the capacity within him to cry.

I thrill in a man who is rugged and crude
Who's unpolished and jagged without being rude
I thrill in a man who will whisk me away
And will romantically try.

I want to be swept off of my feet
I want to be someone's elite
I want to be another's romance
I want to be give love one more chance

I don't want to be alone anymore
For loneliness is the ultimate bore


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Scarlatan, in the year 397 AF.