My hero never flew
nor can he lift over a thousand pounds.
My hero has blue eyes,
and freckles on his back.
He might not know how to fly
but he does know how to make me blush.
My hero might not be buff,
but what he lacks in muscle
he gains in brains.
My hero can’t see through wall’s,
but he can see right through me.
He opens the door just for me,
picks me up if I have fallen.
My hero is more than a Superman,
or a Batman lounging in his cape.
My hero is a real man
who loves me to the moon and back.
© By Amanda D Shelton