My Beloved Phil

Oh my Beloved Phil, I look at you through your window sill With your wondrous, dreamy, blue eyes, which ward of disgusting, gross flies Your gorgeous, golden hair, and tan skin so very fair Your broad shoulders and perfect six pack, who would never eat a greasy Big Mac Your athletic ability and sharp brain, your talent and brilliance drive me insane Your kindness and humorous appeal, whose biceps are my Achilles heal Oh my Beloved Phil, you are almost a lovely as my Beloved Will.