What I love

I love the way you look

And I love the way you dress

I love the way your hairs done up

Even when it’s a mess

I love it when you’re next to me

But hate it when you’re gone

I love it when you dance around

And when you sing a song

I love it when you laugh

And hate it when you cry

You are a beautiful flower

And the apple of my eye

More sweet than any honey

More precious than the rose

Hotter than the sun itself

And yet, my heart, you’ve froze