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.
