What a Woman Wants

Do not send me roses

Or other such dead posies

I will not cut their stems in half

I will not put them in a vase

Do not buy me stylish shoes

Or dresses in baby pinks and blues

I will not wear them on the street

Or show them off upon my feet

Do not give me wedding bands

Or things to wear upon my hands

I will not walk down any aisle

Or stand out front as though on trial

Do not take me to far off places

Or dazzle me with bright-lit spaces

I will not gasp in awe and delight

I will not photograph the sights

Only take me as you find

Love that I know my own mind

Run with me and be my own

Whisper things when we're alone

About the way the world will be

When I have you, and you have me.