Him
His smile and laugh light up my day,
But his love for her makes it stormy and gray.
As I open up my heart,
All he ever does is think of art.
Because that is when he first saw her there,
Sitting with her head high in the air.
Not knowing that she stole his heart,
From the very first moment he saw her in art.
He has my heart and this he knows,
But his heart shall forever be with her now.
