Him

He’s too humble to know he is perfect.
He likes the wind but wishes it didn’t blow him away.
She burdens herself every time he commends her for being her.
She loathes the time apart and loves the distance.
There so alike, sweet as a secret they can’t let get out.
Her eyes wander and he takes a gander to figure out
Why she drifted off without him into this deadly night.

Lifting his sprits she kissing him gently,
Hiding her doubts with her wet moist.
She lets him in, because she swears he is worth it.
Mind made up even though, she doesn’t know why
She rushed she swears to the lords,
She should have had more time.
To quiver in his presence,
Kiss his ears and neck while he held her,
Picturing it would be pleasant.

Wired feeling, dies when he comes alive around.
Sparkled teeth and loving him makes her complete.
The idea of who he is and not what is enough to make her
Kiss him from his lips toward the top of his face.
Certain he wouldn’t have it any other way.
So she stays with Mr. Perfect, nonetheless she is his love(r).