If it is not him,
There will always be another man,
That will look right into your eyes- that you will be afraid to look at anything else but him,
That will do things with you- in you- without a single touch of those itchy, prying fingers,
And that will carry your heart- that's gasping for love, in his very rugged yet comforting, warm palms.

There will always be another man,
Just like him,
Who will break your- broken heart.