A month has gone by and I'd have to say,
I think about you every single day.
You're on my mind like cake,
Because I think about you every second I'm awake.
All the time you are my baby girl,
You are definitely funny like Will Farrell,
You let me hold you,
And that makes you my boo.
I like you in every single way,
And says the Fray,
You know How to Save a Life,
All the time when I'm with you, you're always right.
When we went to the Packer stadium,
You definitely won,
Because you have the mentality of Bring it On,
We raced up the stairs,
And you won by a hair,
After I might've said, "What?",
I know that you kicked my butt.
I like when we cuddle,
It's like a Packer huddle,
Because I get close to you,
And it's comfy too.
Amanda, you are my baby girl,
And I hope that will never change,
Anything you want to do,
We can arrange.
For the months that are further ahead,
There is nothing to dread,
Because when I'm with you,
All my dreams come true.
This poem might be crappy,
But Amanda, you always make me happy.
No matter what you say,
You're my baby girl everyday.
