• Hair in the wind, brown as chocolate
    Skin soft and tan like sandy beaches
    His eyes like small round coconuts
    When he plays his guitar it is the
    music of a god, a sweet sound
    fills the room when his fingers
    move over the strings
    When he acts his voice booms,
    his movements match every
    word he says
    He's funny, cute, nice, caring and much
    more, he makes me like him more
    everyday heart heart heart