My Love

Like lightening racing
across a cloudy sky,
so does my heart race
when my love is near by.

I shake and I shimmer
and get all wound up
for he's that kind of guy
and I love him very much.

He's short, but he's tough,
and he takes no stuff
He's lean and he's mean
and one hell-of-a love machine.

My love never fights me
or calls me nasty words
He's sweet and gentle, and says
"fighting is for the birds."

He's has the prettiest, big brown eyes
that I have ever seen,
and when he looks at me
I feel like a queen.

My eyes begin to sparkle
like the stars in the sky, and
my heart fills with love for him
for he's that kind of guy.