My Hero

June 30, 2013

There is something about superheroes,

Of which I am very keen.

They wear silly outfits

And there faces are never seen.

But not even Superman

Can compare to my marine.

A true hero,

A fighting machine.

The villain on love

Came to steel me away,

But there he was

To save the day.

He may not be here

By my side

And yes it does get tough

And I may have cried.

But the love we share

Is greater than any distance

And we can get through it

With a little persistence.

When I see his face

Or hear his voice.

Those are the days I love’

The days I rejoice.

I can’t wait for the day

When he holds me tight

In his arms

That’s when everything will be alright.

He is my hero

He is my marine

He is ten times better

Than the Wolverine.

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