My Guy

To my guy, Come here. Run your fingers through my hair, swing me in the air. Lift me and take a spin, I'll laugh and we both win. And when we stop, my hair will fall on your face, I will cherish the moment with the utmost grace. You'll put me down and I won't stop smiling, I will not stop hugging you, and we won't know where time flew. We could take a walk in the park, Maybe Hold hands when it's dark. You'll run fast when we race, Just to see me make my baby face. When we go shopping, you'll run out without any bags, See me struggling with all the bills and tags. You will call me a tiny elf, Then help me with the book on the shelf. We might just be teens with no money, But you are adorable and sweet and funny. We do not have any cars, But I believe you'll be here soon; cause i just wished upon a shooting star.