I want a boy who'll wrestle with me,
Let me win, but laugh so free.
Who'll talk with me beneath the stars,
About hidden dreams, life, and scars.
A boy who'll slip my cold hands in,
His hoodie pockets, warm as sin.
Who'll drape me in his sweatshirt tight,
When winter winds steal away the light.
He says "I love you" in whispers low,
And with each word, it's truth he'll show.
We'll kiss beneath the stormy skies,
As raindrops fall and our laughter flies.
A boy who calls me late at night,
Just to hear my voice, his beacon light.
He'll share his troubles, let me in,
And together we'll rise, we'll fight, we'll win.
He'll listen close to every thought,
Let me rage when I've fought and fought.
Then send me texts that fill the page,
Telling me I'm his heart's true stage.
He'll wear his cap and let me steal it,
His t-shirt too, and I'll always feel it
The way he knows my favorite song,
My favourite foods, where I belong.
A boy who'll meet my father's hand,
And hold my mother's gaze as planned.
He'll kiss me soft and whisper low,
"I'm scared to lose you, don't let go."
A boy who'll love my every flaw,
Who sees the beauty others saw
As cracks or breaks in a perfect frame
To him, they're treasures, all the same.
I want a boy who holds me tight,
Through every storm, through every night.
Who loves me wholly, flaws and all,
So I never doubt that I'm his call.
