30 October 2012
A sweet little peck on the cheek,
Makes your knees go all wobbly and weak.
The sight of his sparkling gems of eyes,
Makes you exhilarate into the pale blue skies.
The rich aroma that clings to him,
Causes every other scent seem dim.
His luscious thick hair,
Makes onlookers stop and stare.
But he is mine to treasure,
For he is my only pleasure.
And no one will take him away,
Because I am here to stay.
He Is Mine • Opuss № I