He has green eyes,
or perhaps they are honey colored.
His smile dazzling and shimmering
melts me every time my sight is set on it.
The sound of his voice is warm and fragile.
He’s the type of guy everyone dreams of.
My Prince Charming.
He’s relaxed like he has all the time in the world,
but enjoys life like he has no tomorrow.
He knows when to hug me
and when to just give me some space.
The way he treats me in front of his friends
is like I’m just another of his buddies,
I’m part of his group.
When we’re alone, it’s just us;
no one else, nothing more, nothing less.
He’s the guy of my dreams.
But you’re just a boy, aren’t you?
No Prince Charming, no dream guy.
You’re just you and I’m just me.
And that’s all there is.
As good as it gets, or as bad as it gets.
You’re just a boy.