R.. F..

For Better, Or Worse

He's probably an intellegent kind of guy.
Says sweet things and makes you get butterflies.
When he smiles,
Let me guess,
your knees buckle and you turn to jello,
How could I have gone so long with out knowing this amazing speciman of the male species walked the earth with me, not so far away.
Close enough to hit with a stone.
Far enough to watch with out being seen.

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