Perfection

I love when he kisses me,
The taste of his tongue.
The way he holds me,
Like I'm the only one.

They way he holds my hand,
Not to tight or to loose.
I love when he pats my head,
As is playing Mother Goose.

I love when I fall asleep on him,
He doesn't budge,
He's afraid he'll wake me up,
With one little nudge.

He'll cover my eyes,
And protect me when I'm scared,
He'll whisper in my ear,
And say how much he cares.

His "I loves you"'s are meaningful
Not one hint of lie
And even though he's able too
He's never made me cry

So I guess he's mister right,
My one and only true love,
I guess he's perfect in every way,
In fact I'm positive hes all the above.