Him
The breeze blowing through my hair,
The sun creeping on my skin,
Nothing could compare,
He touches my chin.
I grin,
Today is going to be perfect,
He picks me up luckily I’m thin,
I love how we just connect,
He’s amazing in every aspect,
Wow I’m truly lucky,
He believes not in imperfect,
But knowing me I’m finicky,
However I mean no disrespect.
He’s everything I could ask for,
I don’t want anything more.
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