Lucky

               Any man would be so lucky, to have you on his arm

               Your smile, personality, warm heart and your charm 

             The smile of A goddess, that could brighten anyones day 

                  A simple sexiness, that could make any man stay 

                     Any man would be lucky, to even just look 

                         In your direction, or to say he took 

                The time to conversate, just a moment of your time 

                   Or breathe the same air, stand in the same line 

                      Lucky is the man, who can call you his own 

                      Whom can kiss your lips, when he gets home

                      Or hold you in his arms, simply hold your hand

                          Lucky he is, and hopes he understands

                      What he has is precious, to handle with care

    Any man would be lucky to have known your heart, and say he was there