Perfect.

He thinks so lowly of himself.
He doesn't have enough esteem,
to show his true colors;
the ones I've seen...
And now he's fading away,
falling downstream.

But I wish he didn't because
I just want him to know
he's perfect in every way.
Perhaps life just needs to pause...
I can't give up while
I'm going through these withdraws
for his "new style."

In more ways than one
he has captured my soul.
Changed me;
my life has begun.
No longer out of control,
because of him
and what he's done.

I've seen it all.
At his best,
at his worst.
But you see,
I'm not his real test.

Why does he get so nervous
around girls like them?
Who he is, so repressed!
He thinks he's anonymous...
I'm distressed.

I must protest
to such behavior.
He needs to be himself,
show them what I have seen.
They will be impressed.

Trust me, I'd know.

I love him for who he is,
and what he's done.
That's all I wanted to say.
He's perfect,
he's perfect
in every way!