And in my head there is a man
Though I don't know when he began
I just know that he is ideal—
As perfect as he is unreal
He's calm like Howl when danger's near
And laughs like Jack when facing fear
He's mischievous as Loki is
And cares like Kaz for who is his
He's smart as Sherlock without doubt
To me, like Merlin, he's devout
Courageous like Fitzherbert, too
With Hiccup's empathetic view
Like Percy he's loyal as well
And like Bandit, with kids, he's swell
From Westley comes unending love
And strength from Aslan high above
Yes I dream of the perfect one
Who is, by mortals, beat by none
And sometimes fear I've set too high
The standards for my ideal guy
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
