He is my sweetheart, Stepped from a lasting dream, Endured many months of witchery, Shared between him and me,
No witchery really, Just hugs, Laced with loving feelings, And very tender touch, Poetry together, That is just so cool, Two very different styles, That blend so well as one.
Your kisses hit with music taste, As we're stumbling round the floor, You with perfect rhythm, Me with none at all, You roll up laughing at my ridiculous attempts, Guess what honey, I suffer no offence, For I know my sense of rhythm never dared exist,
Until the joy of knowing you, Don't know what I've missed, With you I never realised, How much of me you've kissed!