IF WHO YOU ARE WERE UP TO ME
If who you are were up to me,
Well let's just think who you could be.
You could be my actress of choice,
Meg Ryan lulls me with her voice. hmmm?
It's obvious, you're poetic, Red
But Ella Wheeler Wilcox is dead.
Still, I like a woman to sing for me,
But I know Faith Hill isn't free.
So my choices seem narrowed a bit,
Let me think just one more minute.
Instead of someone I daily see,
Maybe you could just be my fantasy.
Someone who'll lay their head upon my chest,
Never question me at my best.
Someone who'll takes steps to grow with me,
Holding my heart ever gently.
Someone who sees my strengths, but weakness too.
But who never judges through and through;
Knowing I give my love the best I can
Knowing above all, I'm just a man.
Someone genuine, but heartfelt too.
Who doesn't wear masks to hide what's true.
Someone who honors the promises she makes,
Who never shuts me out or weighs my mistakes.
Yeah, if who you are were up to me,
If you're gonna be the woman I marry.
I must admit my hearts astir,
Cause truth be known, I've yet to meet her.
'Tis true, Love lasts forever,
Only her memory slips away.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 03-01-2000).]