He is a becoming stunna, his eyes shiny
And dark as the nighttime sky, as black as oil
His beard errorless and splendorous
His lips striking and timeless
His chest grand and dreamy as a moonbeam
His abs refreshing as a gorgeous blue sea
His swagger perfection like the perpetual
Hues of heaven, his tattoos magical like
The Fourth of July fireworks, light-reflecting
Wavy hair, clean-smelling, and velvet flesh
My dream prince, my sparkling charmer