You're number one on my list

Of people I like, a lot.

You're the first string, A-team stud quarterback of my heart,

(And you can be my hoss if you never win a race.)

I like your face.

I like your style.

I like that twinkle in your eye,

And the way you raise that one eyebrow at me.

So sit there on the bench if you want to,

Or play ball.

Let kingdoms come and rise and fall,

Or don't.

But you're pre-destined to win,

And all you've really got to do

Is show up,

And maybe grin a little bit.

But the game must go on.

-jenn