When you want a husband, give me a call.
All my life, I’ve been a waster.
I’ve never known what I was going to do.
I’ve suffered endless mental torture,
All in the hope of proving my love to you.
I’ve been killed by love a thousand times,
But still here I stand, asking for you to be my Wife.
I don’t think I’m good enough,
But I’ve never wanted more than one love.
Well maybe a girlfriend,
For my wife to play with,
But I am nothing; I could never wish for this.
I am just a loser with a dream.
I dream of selling novels, songs and poetry,
So I can afford to raise a baby;
Or to maybe just have a Wife…
To stop me going crazy.
To remind me of why I carry on,
When human beings are so cold.
I need someone to give this love to;
It is such a heavy load.
Free love here!
It is yours if you want it.
It is faithful and always would be.
There is one catch I’m afraid;
This offer only applies to my future love slave.
My woman, my one love, my honey, my babe,
My desire, my passion, my mistress, my muse, my saving grace.
This is the woman I could happily be married to…
Do you think this could be you?
Do you know what staying faithful brings?
If you do…
Then give me a ring.
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