#My dad#Boyfriends
Sits with legs crossed,
Thoughts to provide runs through his mind,
Tries not to show his concern,
Not knowing that it is clearly written on his bold face.

Paces around the house,
With those big,round and stern eyes,
Sending daggers,
But within those eyes lies affection,care and love.

Very bad at humour,
But that doesn't stop him from trying,
Speaks with authority,
Although that is who he is.

Different from Lucy,
As they are two ends of a pole,
He is special in his own way,
Dad,Dad,that's who he is.