Blessed is she who comes across,
A man so pure and full of love.
Who devoutly reveres his beloved,
To miss out would be a vast loss.
A man like mine,
Perfection in human form.
Oh how he is flawless,
A personality which endearingly shines.
He posses a touch to admirable to be factual,
A voice that makes you feel at home,
A smile that says you’re not alone,
A body so desirable, so ****, so practical.
A love like the finest of wine,
Each day it gets better,
Nothing but better,
A love so sensibly divine.
When you have a love like ours,
You’ll learn there is fate,
None of this is fake,
Days seem only hours.
Blessed is she who comes across,
a man such as mine,
A love so divine,
to miss out would be a vast loss.
