Nobody is
Handsome for me.
Anybody could be
my Handsome
but
there is only one.
His name is Handsome,
and I'm his Beauty.
Coward without his touch,
Nervous with his touch.
My hands are always cold,
His hands are always warm.
"Warm me, my Handsome."
"Be mine, my Beautiful."
Because the lion fell in love...
with the lamb.
Laying there,
beside you,
while you laughed at the TV.
You have such a cute, adorable laugh, Handsome.
Jacket? Why do you need a jacket when you have my Handsome?
Never mind, he would never be able to warm your hands,
and would never be able to warm your ice-cold heart.
He warms my heart everyday.
One quick glance,
one quick smile,
one quick chuckle.
Warms me.
Oh, what a Stupid Lamb.
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Yes, I know. Lame Twilight references. Okay, get over it. (;
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