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He is a King to Me

It’s the way his
Eyes
Sparkle green in
The sun.
The smile that
He does
So that he can
Get his way.
The way his
Shoulder length
Hair
Frames his face.
All make me
Melt Inside

It’s all perfect
And listen
Baby when I
Say...
I would never
Change a
Thing
About you.

He laughs
And I smile.
He touches me
And I blush.
He tells me I’m
Beautiful
Without a streak
Of makeup
On my
Face.

He calls it
Riding.
I call it absolutely
Incredible.
The wind flies
Through his hair
As he puts it
Up.
He doesn’t like it
In his
Face.

He likes to
Work
With all types of
Motors
And such.
He gets grease
All on his
Hands,
And I hold
Them tightly
Anyways.

Whenever
He kisses me
I feel my
Stomach
Flip and create
All sorts of
Butterflies.
As it
Tosses and turns
I know that
This is
Right.

If you
Were to perhaps
Leave me...
Let's just say
I’ll just have a
Heart attack
And hope for
It to
End My
Life
Just so I
Can be with
You
Again.




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