From my point of view
He is like
A beautifully wrapped present
Brightly colored and fun looking
With a giant, tightly-knotted bow on top
Making it hard to open
It is making the rounds
And I want it
It is in the possession of someone else
And it’s making me a little jealous
I am curious what is inside
And I assume it’s something wonderful
But unfortunately I cannot have it
I have to find a way to make it mine
With a little luck and finesse
I could take possession of it
Or while no one is looking
I could snatch it and open it myself
Pirate the loot inside
And leave only the mess behind
Why does my dream man seem so much
Like a game of white elephant
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