How?

Short tossled black hair,
his perfect chest bare.
His voice caring and sweet,
the kind of boy I've always wanted to meet.
We have our rough times and our good,
sometimes I'm afraid he'll leave but he swears he never would.

Some friends aprove, some friends don't,
but leave him I won't.
I think about our future and lives later on,
sometimes I think all night long.
How could all this perfection be mine,
without having to pay some ginormous fine?

I'm his princess and he's my prince,
together we'll live in happiness.
He loves me and I love him,
forever we'll live in love.