1 cup of his voice
1 cup of his smile
1 cup of his choice
and half of his vile
4 cups of his fate
2 gallons of like
with none of his
hate,until it feels right
2 small useless flaws
his beautiful eyes
the passion he draws
with none of his lies
With this perfect pie
you'll make love for life
it wont ever die
not even in strife....
