His Eyes
Silly, small, smiling sweet
How did I get so fortunate to meet
This man, this boy, cute and fun
I couldn’t have found a better one
Happy, smart, following through
How could this feeling ever be true
He talks, he walks, says everything right
Could it be, I’ve lost the fight
Weird, needy, spoiled and sick
How could he like this ugly chick
Never moody, always good
Retreat? Yes, I think I should
Neurotic, selfish, evil and strange
How could he change my awful ways
Valiant, strong, simple and wise
I believe he could when I look into his eyes
Copyright © Rachel Bernotaitis | Year Posted 2011
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