I like a good girl, not meek, but not the proudest,
But definitely at the party laughing loudest.
I like the big cheeks,
Both the ones that make the bed creek,
And the ones near the beak, like sweet cherries.
I like the type of girl I can marry,
Because even if I don't, it's progress made,
Because even when the rest are old and greyed,
The good girls shine like age-old wine.
I like the type ripe in wisdom and glad to hear mine.
A smile goes a mile, a good laugh lasts for years,
And she needs to be alright with quickly shifting gears.
Like quickly falling tears, I show emotion profoundly,
My face you'll find deceiving, but words I write ring loudly.
I have friends I care for greatly, for these I hoist above,
So I need a girl to know when we share the love.
And if you don't care to hug and hold family close and dearly,
Then you don't know the way to my heart too clearly.
I love good food, games, sports, goofiness, and cute names,
A supportive word, understanding, serenity, and a broken bed frame.