𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

Sweet Boy.

With his words that could describe better than any poem or poet,

He can compliment and smooth talk and he damn well knows it. 

Eyes more precious than jewels and a smile brighter than a sunny day, 

Golly I wish I could just let him know I cherish him in the best way. 

With the wits and the smarts he can not be out-done, 

and the heart tat could make thousands fall undone. 

The nicknames he uses makes him fall down to his knees,

and a voice like a sirens that could make him drown at sea.

Now you might be saying "Any man is like that, hell from all the way to Troy,"

But no one compares to my sweet boy. ♡