When I see him walk-by I can't help but to stare, My heart stops, my pulse beats faster, and my brain feels like it's not even there. He's tall, he's gorgeous and I want to make him mine. If only he knew how much I adore him, he surely come my way. His baby blue eyes make him so cute, With a wonderful personality to boot. His smile is from ear to ear, Modeling should be his career. When he talks he is all I can hear, Everything else seems so unclear. I met him at a school play, And I knew straight away, He'll be mine, someday. I'll give him a nine, No wait! Make it a ten. He is such a sweetheart, He's the top of my chart! One day I'll do it, I'll tell him all this. I will admit I've said that before But I can't take it anymore, He's gotta be mine. His name is Tom, And boy is he da bomb. I hear his name and I can't help but not to stay calm. I'm going to make him My Sweetiebear, Because he is full of love and care.Birth sign: Libra
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