For someone who sees me as the perfect one,
And calls me pretty, even in a messy bun.
Someone who gives my dreams wings,
And can tolerate all my mood swings,
Being the king of kings.
Though short-tempered,
Still highly concerned,
Never letting this love cease-
A real gentleman he is,
Giving me the aura of peace.
The jam to my bread,
Without which I would be bland.
The ink to my pen,
Without which my thoughts wouldn't rain.
