One thing.

Beautiful smile of his, stretched wide,
His deep eyes always crinkled so,
Everything I would never want to hide.
Nothing about him is a lie,
However he shows off to be tough,
But deep down he should know that girls don’t want it rough.
The warmth of his touch,
Still manages to make me shiver,
One thing I want from him to deliver:
Is the last thing he is yet to give,
The significant thing that will make me different,
From the rest who have been and went,
Is his heart.
And once I get it I will know,
That mine is safe and I can continue to grow.