If blue skies fall will we be able to stop them?

If green grass dies, what will become of us?

If the world broke who would hold it together?

To me it would be him

My one and only

My rival, My friend

The man I looked up to for years but never said it

His reddish-brown hair and his onyx colored eyes

Oh his eyes

They could stop a train

I love him with all my heart and nothing would change that.