My Man

My Man,
ain’t like other Men
Can do what no
other men can

My Man,
so tall and strong
easily stole your
heart, to him
you proudly Belong

My Man,
The Man of his words,
never leave you behind,
Don’t wanna see you hurt

My Man,
He makes me smile,
and everything he does,
he does with style.

My Man,
He is so unique and rare,
In a desert he is a flower,
so wonderful and beautiful,
In a dusty environment,
he’s a diamond.

My Man,
Ain’t like Other Men,
Lying and with cheep
words he’s buying you,
He would never leave
you crying.

My Man,
There’s nothing I
wouldn’t do for him,
break the ice,
fix the dice,
There’s no price
For My Man

Cause My Man,
He’s My Man,
His lost I couldn’t bare,
I will love him with all
of my heart and care.

Cause There is no Other Men,
Like My Man.



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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tashana Bogatinovski is born in Serbia, 01.06.1991., She graduated 2011th on ITacademy in Serbia, as a web designer, at the same time she won the bronze medal on EuropeanShip in shooting (prone discipline) as a junior.


Last updated October 16, 2015