You enjoy treading your fingers through my hair, then lightly gliding them down my back. You'd stop and I'd turn to you, and run my fingers though your short black hair. I'd lay my head on your lap and you would play with my hair. At night you would hold me in your arms tight as if something was going to try to take me from you. Your the man of my dreams and we fit together perfectly, I will stand by you and love you for the rest of my life.