Aaron
He makes me think of endless fields of green,
With sunshine of a brightly colored gold,
He’s impressed me but he has never seen,
My eyes that show the love within my soul.
The dream of him bringing to me a dozen,
Of roses gets me to a better state,
I double check my feelings - I still love him,
But we have never even had a date.
Another love gave him his precious ring,
A love of his that compels him to soar,
But I witnessed that same love hurt his wing,
Just wants him at his best so now he’s ignored.
My heart beats faster as I state this fact,
I’m in love with the Packers quarterback.
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