in how he lives his life
he's all about the family
and wants to make me his wife
he's a true traditionalist,
the red roses with baby's breath kind,
he's my Mr. Optimist,
always guiding me into the light.
He centers me,
and loves me,
I don't deserve him,
but he calls me "baby"
he thinks about others before himself
he calls his mom,
and fixes her car as well
he's an artist,
a teacher,
a total keeper,
I've found my One
my search is done.
