He can't fly,
But the way the wind flows through his hair,
Makes me high,
Like I'm floating,
I'm a love-lorn kite.
He is so strong,
He's got super strength and I feel safe,
In his arms where I belong,
He could break my heart and turn it to dust,
If it didn't feel so wrong.
He's not the bad guy,
And if any villain ex were to try upset me,
He wouldn't shy, from wiping a million tears
From my eyes,
Because he hates when I'm feeling torn up from the lies.
He's got no telepathic ability,
But he's got super senses that know whats up,
When I'm looking down,
He catches my words,
As they fall from my mouth.
He isn't a genious,
He can be a super dork,
But his cute boyish smile, is so mischievious,
Like a charm of some sort, with less innocence than a child,
He's so generous for giving me his time.
Call me a comic,
But he saved my heart when no-one else,
would bother with it, and I think that's heroic,
That makes him my hero,
And me his sidekick.
