I asked him, "Did your mom like me?"
he said, "Yes, she said you're classy and beautiful."
I asked him if he added in the beautiful part himself
he looked me in the eyes and said, "No. But I agree with her more than anything."
I asked him, "Why me?"
He looked away and shrugged his shoulders
My mind was still reeling
'he's mine? really? but it doesn't make any sense, he could have anyone else in the world'
He turns to me again
"Because you have pride, your stubborn, and you have a temper that makes your eyes look even greener than they are. Your real. And I've been waiting a long time for someone like you."
Perhaps there's a kiss involved
Perhaps there'll never be
I know, that although impatient
I have to wait and see
The perfect gentlemen
In his own right
Will and temper
That triumphs all might
A kiss on the hand
That creates electric current
Brushing against my arm
An emblem therefore burnt
I'm his to keep
The right words just haven't been said
The final string to our impenetrable bed
