My favorite man.

What do you see when you look at me?

Is it my laugh that turns your head or my smile that catches your eye?

When you glance at me I think I might die.

You only have my heart's dear key.

So one day soon look at me, and say…

“You make me feel a special way.

Every minute, every day.

Take my hand, I hope you can

I want to be your favorite man.”

This poem is about: 
Me

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