He’s respectful and kind

and when I’m grumpy, he doesn’t seem to mind.

He’s funny and smart

and he has listening, down to an art.

He holds me when I cry –

it seems he doesn’t have to try

to be the most caring man

and my biggest fan.

There’s only one thing missing

He’s not who I want to be kissing

If not him, then who?

He’s just not you.