I Am Not This Man

The man who comes to me

He is not so tall, And not so full of grace.
As He stands before me and I feel quite out of space.
He puts his arms around me as we finally embrace
I tell him that I love him and My heart begins to race
In that very moment I forget that is just a game
And every time I see him it's pretty much the same.

His eyes are brown his lips are full I cannot be to blame.
It's not as if to fight him gives me very much to gain.
As I said I love him and love it will remain.
As time goes by I know I, Shall do it all again.
As he leaves he promises me That there will be much more
... I wrap my arms around him and finally shut the door

For those that are my judges who don't Seem Understand.
Though he says he loves me
I am not this man.