He walks with a swag,
Attitude spells mess-with-me-not,
Flexes his muscles and tattoos,
Particular about his brand.

But when you question your petite self,
Like what the hell were you thinking,
Liking a guy so macho,
Wondering if you made a mistake.

He smiles,
And you realise that behind that tough exterior,
Is a softie,
Who is searching for love too.

Oh! How deceiving, looks can be.
He is quirky just like me,
His antics make me laugh,
And from the corner of my eye I can see him admiring me.

He speaks a lot,
With eyes shining bright,
And I am falling in love,
With a guy who's everything I am not.



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