Analysis of Him

Oh him
The smell of Old Spice and trees
The sound of boots thumping
And the whistles in the air
Oh him
The scruffy beard and curly short hair
The muscles of his strong arms
And the belly that jiggles a little when he laughs
Oh him
The arms that hold me tight and keeps others close
The eyes that look at me like I am a pot of gold
And the smile that spreads happiness
Oh him
The hands that are rough and dirty
The heart that holds a thousand memories
And the legs that have carried him a thousand miles
Oh him
The love of my life and my home
The man who will give me children
And the man who is mine
Oh him