You’re fun, you’re cute, you’re smart and witty.
You make me laugh. I could talk to you for hours.
We share our beliefs, cares, joys, sentiments, and values.
People tease us, we protest.
I don’t know about you, but I’m embarrassed.
‘Cause I don’t want you to misunderstand me.
I don’t like you; I just love you, see.
You’re a brother, a friend.
I don’t want this to come to an end.
You’re fun to be with, you’re a gentleman too.
I’ll even listen to crazy music with you.
But you’re not my boyfriend—in Christ you’re my brother,
And someday, Lord willing, I’ll belong to another.
You touch me, and it feels so good.
You look into my eyes, and my heart ‘d melt if it could.
But please, treat me carefully. I’m someone’s precious treasure.
Someday he’ll thank you in appreciation beyond measure
For remembering I’m his and treating me like a queen,
Keeping your conscience and my reputation squeaky clean.
I don’t like you, though I think you’re very nice.
I just love you for who you are, to be precise.
Please don’t think of me in terms like cute and pretty—
Love me for my heart, don’t like me just for what you see.
Don’t give me that special look your wife will want to see.
Don’t touch me in such a way as to mar my purity.
My Daddy’s standing guard, my brother is protective,
And to my Father in Heaven, an account you have to give.
So you better treat me oh-so-carefully.
I’m someone else’s very special property.
My owner has not yet claimed me.
I’m like a new pickup you see.
You can go to the lot and look around.
But you’ve got no rights ’til your own you’ve found.
You can take me out and spend time with me.
But you better not get me hurt or dirty.
Don’t play with my heart—it’s not a toy.
I’m saving it for one special boy.
Don’t mess with my emotions—you wouldn’t want another
To be flirting with your wife in such a manner.
Don’t like me—that will scare me away.
Don’t look at me wrongly or I won’t have long to stay.
Don’t flirt with me—I’ll avoid you like the plague.
Don’t ask me out—My dad’s answer will not be vague.
Just love me—treat me like a sister.
Be friends with me and remember to consider:
You don’t own me or have any claim on me.
I’ll always love you but I can run away quickly.
It’s the honor system, the merit system—
Treat me right and I’ll be there to listen.
But treat me wrong and I’m out the door—I won’t trust you any more.
I’d lose a brother, you’d lose a friend,
Though not my prayers—you’ll have those ‘til the end.
So this poem is just to tell you thank you
For all you say and all you do.
You’re a great friend, a beloved brother.
Just remember—
I belong to another.
Written and Copyright by Gretchen L. Glaser, August 15, 2000
