A love letter

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.


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