If I were a painter
I would capture your likeness
When sat under yellow light
Playing games at the table
Or bathed in the flickering glow
Of a campfire underneath the night’s sky
Your skin a playing field
For different shades of red
So I might remember
With perfect clarity
Your contour that I could see
Sitting opposite of you

If I could ask the world a favor,
I’d ask for it to be gentle with me.
I’ll be anything you want me to be,
As long as you never ask me to be me.

Crush make us smile
Crush make us laugh about funny thing he did
Crush make us go crazy
Crush make our guts go butterflies
Crush make us thinking about our own
Crush make us loving them more
Crush make us try to catch their attention
Crush make us feel hurt
Crush make us hate them
Crush make us desperate to get them
Crush make our mind exploded

He’s playful,
He’s charming.
A knight for all the darlings.

Yet sweet,
And kind!
And knows what's on your mind.

A leader,
When needed.
Facing challenges with his calm.

A master with swords,
And a wielder of words.
A master of both worlds.

Knows how to make me smile
Laugh,
And feel loved.

A knight in shining armour,
For me to call my own.