He would give her his jacket when she's cold.
I would for him, even if it's pink and girly.
He would hand the whole world to her on a gold plater.
And I would for him, even if the plater is just bronze.
He would stop all pain, sadness, and sorrow for her.
I would for him, even if that means I have to have all the pain, sadness, and sorrow.
He loves her more than I even know.
And I love him more than he knows.
But there's a part of me that feels sorry for him.
I just want him to just be happy ... with the girl of his dreams.
�Even if that means I don't have the guy of mine.�
*I know it's not really a poem but it's just how I feel*
