Explaining JC

If you saw him the way I do maybe you would understand

the importance of his being to me

he is the air I am able to breathe and he is the sun after the darkness of night

His hair falls perfectly, curls all around

His bandanna holds them faultlessly out of his way

And his eyes, my god, I never thought brown would be my favorite colour

But now that I've seen his I can't help but love the warm hazel

Let's not forget about his smile either

my knees get weak and I can't help, but smile too
And his laugh, what a beautiful sound

To me it's like an angel's, soft and lovely

And his body, oh my god, he's so fit

He's so strong and so amazing

and we can't forget

The nice brown colour of his skin

Mocha, almost

For he is not black nor white but a beautiful mixture that kills me every time I see him

But we can't ignore his smarts at all, even though he doesn't try

and he challenges me again and again

and yet, he asks me for help at times

and catches me off guard

and smiles at me and talks to me

and he makes love him by just breathing

But I'll never be much to him, like he is to me

Cause I am only me