Mary Erlyn Joyce Millonte

He Is My Man

He was rude yet so gentle,
He got the bad boy look,
But he got a golden heart,
This man was different.

He got a smile that attract all the ladies,
He may looked like a chick's boy,
Yet in his heart there's only one lady.
But this man is different.

He will drink as hell as he wants,
He will go whenever he wants,
But if I say no, he'll just follow what I said.
And this man is different.

He showed me his mine,
That I owned his heart and soul,
I could not ask for more,
But to be with him forever.

Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2012
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 17, 2012

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