You’re someone who’d climb through my window,

Just to comfort me when I’m too scared to sleep,

You’re someone who’d go with me to ski in the snow,

And somehow you know what to blab and what secret to keep,

You’re a someone with gorgeous blue-green eyes,

With more dark, midnight blue than green,

A mouth that is rarely mean, eyes that never lie,

And a smile more wicked, more beautiful than I’ve ever seen,

You’re kind and romantic, also funny as hell,

You play guitar, you’re in a rocking band,

Not only a boyfriend, but a good plain friend as well,

And all my little quirks you can somehow stand,

You’re as perfect as can be, someone I always yearn to kiss,

Then why, oh why in the world don’t you exist?