To those special women ,there lays a scottish nobleman,on a shore, eyes looking east,a big heart,a gentle touch ,a bear of a man,proud ,forthrite,honest,.
In the morning air he dreams of her soft hair,her warm breath, her perfume,intoxicates, exilerates,like an magical aphrodisiac ,making his heart pound,his love grow,holding,protecting,till once is old.
a scottish nobleman,he is,a dream that he will fulfil ,

all i ask is old fashioned honesty,no dreamers,game players,or needy,be happy,open,truthfull,and who knows...??