His smile, says it all
Warm, Funny, Gorgeous, but most of all Friendly.
His eyes, shows his soul
Ever so changing with his moods.
His hieght, shows his strength,
Tall and sturdy, like a century old oak tree.
His hair,
Blacker than coal itself.
His humor, makes no sense
But unites all.
The way he bowls,
Strong like a elephant, Graceful as a minx, and as slick as water on oil.
The way his face turns red after a game or dance.
His buddies,
Not all there in their minds, but always there for him.
The truth,
I will never be “HIS GIRL”
~AMC~