People say most boyfriends are 

Hard to read

Hear to reach and 

Has amnesia to the things you like

However, mine;

His laugh hits like morning sun

The bright beams hit you when you need it

His eyes seem to undo you.

He remembers your birthday,

And gets you the biggest bouquet

And holds your head on the darkest days 

Hope for the girls around me

Starting to ignite 

Hope people get as lucky as me