Plays in the rain, ingnores the pain, keeps, you sane, and doesn't worry about fame. He'll rub you back while you clean his socks. Not the man that gives you his dick in a
box. You'll see his eyes you'll feel his stare. Just to know real love is there. Threw the bad and the good he'll walk you threw.
Money doesn't by love on the
fake tree it grew. He doesn't promise wine or treat you like a slezzy dime.