There Ain'T Nothin' Better Than A Cowboy Lover Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

He was her part time lover, even though he was her only one. A man you could love. But she'd never let him know she had a full time heart. Although her strings had some wear and tear throughout her years. She'd been burned by love in the past, had given her heart away to the wrong man. Where a passionate fire once burned in her heart, were now bitter ashes of her past. The embers of a once remembered love, that burned so warmly, had waned and dimmed cold. Faded now, to memories of cinder. She was hungry for the taste of true love, but her heart remained guarded

So...she wasn't going to let him put her heart in his pocket
No, she wasn't about to give her heart away

She'd play it cool
Never let him see her fears
Pretend she was tough
Never cry or show any tears

He was a man
Raised right by his mother
He'd lay a rose upon her pillow
He was a man like no other
There ain't nothin' better
Then a cowboy lover

His name was Jesse from Montana. He had skin the color of lightly, roasted coffee-from being out in the sun so much. His smile...a bit crooked-made him look a bit mischievous, in a teasing sort of manner.

It could knock your socks off if you gazed too long. She met him at a little café in Big Sky, Montana, leaning against the counter like a long, tall drink of cool water. Boots, hat and all, the makin's of a real cowboy.

She had to catch her breath as she looked in his direction. He was one good looking cowboy. She was close enough to catch his masculine scent.

But...she wasn't going to let him put her heart in his pocket
No sir, she wasn't about to give her heart away

She had slayed the paper dragons of her past, put them all behind her. She was bold and brave. He asked for her number, which she willingly gave. He smiled- it was a little bit crooked, a tad mischievous in a teasing sort of manner. He nudged his hat back with his thumb as he looked at her. His green eyes sparkled as he playfully grinned at her, revealing his even white teeth.

He was the tallest, sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on, standing there in his cowboy boots and hat. She barely stood five feet tall, he must have been at least six feet...and then some. He was a rugged-looking man. He looked down at her with his gentle smile. When he spoke his voice was strong, yet soft. It was almost tranquilizing.
Still...
She wasn't going to let him put her heart in his pocket
Nope...not just yet

They'd cuddle in their blanket under the stars and moonlite, listening to Hank Williams songs, drinking coffee around their campfire, telling stories from their pasts, laughing and snuggling. Before she'd go to sleep at night, he'd kiss her cheek and hold her close in his arms.

In the mornings when she woke-there was always a flower lying on her pillow-one he'd picked out in the meadow. She'd never had a man that was so caring and thoughtful. It was enough to make a girl fall deep in love. But...she was still afraid to give her heart away

One night as she lay in his arms, he stroked her cheek with his tender touch-gently kissed her lips and held her tight. He whispered softly in her ear, 'What would you do if I asked you'? Ask me what', she said? He said, 'Little lady, do you know how much I love you? Would you kindly be my wife'?
When he so lovingly whispered those words in her ear that wonderful night under the stars, she realized she really did want him to put her heart in his pocket.

That was the night; she trustingly gave her heart away
She wasn't playin' it cool-
She finally let him see her fears
She really wasn't all that tough
Then he cried and let him see her tears
He tenderly wiped them from her eyes

He was a real man alright
Raised right by his mother
He laid a rose upon her pillow
He really was a man like no other
Nope...there sure ain't nothin' better...
Then a cowboy lover