Poem: Iambic Pentameter: My Everything.

It does seem so odd that the only boy
Who would not change, now brings me so much joy
With eyes I can get lost in for hours
I knew that he had some sort of powers
His "oh so" strong jaw bones and wavy hair
He made it impossible not to care
His faith close to heart, he carries along
He has ended up making me so strong
Glancing at me sharply with that same look
There he goes, away with my heart he took
There he is standing with his manly stance
For I wish I had been his at first glance
With his holey jeans and his cowboy boots
He has a background of strong country roots
Nothing about…