R.H. is a very cute, young treat;
I do not sense in him deceipt.

For, he seems like an honest man;
He only does the best that he can.

On this soul, I have quite a crush;
He makes the excited little girl in me gush.

I do believe he's a tad bit blind;
Because, to some people; one must be unkind.

But, alas, R. H. has a wife;
Who will only end up filling him with strife.

For, another would soothe his peace of mind;
One that would not be so unkind.

Someone who would stay out of prison for him;
Someone who truly would adore him.

For, I see that the future may not worsten;
If my man becomes the same and another person.

Someone who often pays attention to his wife;
And who does not always call his mother when he's in
strife.

He is the first, but not the second;
At least, he's made a better life for himself than the
self-destructive one that, in his youth, beckoned.