He's the Guy (waiting for this guy)

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He’s the Guy

Christine Summer

He holds my hand when I feel cold,

And embraces me without being told,

He accepts my flaws like I was perfect,

And never fails to tell me with great effect.

He opens up the door for me,

And would push the chair for me,

He cares for me when I’m unwell,

And he wouldn’t care if I smell.

He tells me corny jokes just to make me smile,

And carries me around on his back for a mile,

He keeps me company when I’m lonely,

And every night would call me deliberately.

He likes singing to me on the way home,

And will not mind me calling him a gnome,

He would dance in the rain with me,

And act like we were our own party.

He smiles for no reason when we’re together,

And I’ll ask him if something the matter,

He would tell me that he remembers that time,

And we’d smile, our thoughts would rhyme.

He runs towards the park like a little kid,

And asks me to push him on the swing, to the wind,

He would laugh and would not be ashamed,

And scream at the top of his lungs, my name.

He teases me for little things,

And likes me to be his everything,

He would surprise me every day,

And he would make notes of words to say.

He would push the hair out of my face,

And he would say that I’m full of grace,

He would never say I am boring,

And would never treat me like a thing.

He would always treat me right,

And would always lets me win our fights,

He would cheer me up with make-up stories,

And he would smile with a picture of me he carries.

He thinks I’m funny when I’m mad,

And would cry for me when I’m sad,

He would never lets me feel alone,

And he would talk to me on the phone.

He would argue with my friends all the time,

And tells them he loves me more than all of them combined,

He would snatch my food when I’m not looking,

And tell me it was the ghost’s doing.

He tells me I’m crazy when I tease him,

And would chase me around like he couldn’t win,

He would tickle me on the ground nonstop,

And would scream and jump up.

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