For my hero

For My Man

You are my some kind of special
You are simplicity personified
When everything is a mosaic of mysteries-
Tumbling all the truth into fabricated lies...

There is no masquerade in you
Your hands are stretched out and your heart is true

Oh yeah, your unkempt and your fashion has timed out
But your love is pure, and this I have no doubt.
Your the hero that doesn't mean to be

Your humble, you never boast to me
And yet you put everything in place
Just by the smile on your boyish face.

You can make me laugh,
Like no one else can do

That's why in many ways than one,

I love you.