Strong arms and even stronger abs
A smile that could make the sun himself so drab
Eyes so piercing that they gaze into my soul
This was my idea of ‘boyfriend goals’
Then college comes
With all its possibilities
Guys of different creeds, shapes and ethnicities
No more do I look out for creation from the Gods
I’m not in Kansas anymore, this must be Oz
Beauty is skin deep
Do I want handsome, yes, but I’m far more deep
Does he make me laugh and smile with ease?
Does he give me the freedom to do as I please?
When we’re together do I enjoy his company?
And can he cuddle me oh so gently
It’s not all about the body, the smile, or the gaze
Those were remnants of a child’s days
I desire one who makes me feel good, just by being near him
And when we kiss my giddiness almost breaks the ceiling