I love it when he talks
Taking away my worries
On those long phone calls.
A total stranger
I met in that hot June
Is now so close
That I can't call him stranger anymore.
His jokes are lame
But still I pretend to smile
Knowing I won't meet someone like him
Even after covering miles.
He's a bit moody
Trying to rule the world.
Whatever's his intention
I love his determination and efforts.
His emotions are something
That can't easily be read.
Even if someone does, deep inside
He wishes no one lets them spread.
He does is courageous
For handling things at such a young age.
Young man for handling all this smoothly
He oughts' to be called brave.
Although it isn't needed still...
I wish to be there whenever he needs a hand
Just so he could ease on and smile.
I wish I could just cover his loneliness
Just so he enjoys life a little more
