His Odd Type of Love

                                    

                                          
James, my best friend.
The one who never left me.
The one I'd never push one.
The one who saw me for more than money.
                          
Some call him weird,
odd and funny.
He's just right for me.
That cute dummy.
                          
His sparkling brown eyes.
His soft brown hair.
He laughed at me,
everytime I started to stare.
                          
His bubbly laugh
it makes my heart swore above.
That's the thing about Jameson,
and his odd type of love.
                          
I felt my face warm up
whenever he looked at me.
I'd look away and hide my face,
and hope he wouldn't see.
                          
The other animators noticed 
the bizarre amount of affection,
that I gave to him
when he looked in my direction.
                          
They'd say that it was cute.
When we held hands and called each other pet names.
They tried to convince me
to confess my feelings to James.
                          
But I didn't know
what the hell should I do,
what would happen if James rejected me. 
I would be so blue.
                          
They told me not to fear or hide.
They believed James and I would be side by side.
That they would be my guide.
                          
But whenever I tried 
I began to studdered.
I'd shake and sweat.
Everything would could out as mutters.
                          
My lungs were in notes.
My stomach, filled with butterflies.
I was too scared to move.
I felt like I was gonna die.
                          
The feeling I had,
they were something else.
I couldn't put them into words.
I couldn't save myself.
                          
It was him being around.
That made me feel free as a dove.
I didn't know why.
It was his odd type of love.
                          
For years I kept these feeling,
confessing I just quit.
When it comes to telling others my feelings,
I'm pretty shit.
                          
Probably because 
I had the worst luck.
My words kept getting stuck.
Honestly, what the fuck?
                          
But finally something 
came around!
My luck started going up 
instead of down.
                          
James decided to ask me out.
This was my chance.
To scream
 and shout!
                          
Around the time of the setting sun.
It was time for me
and Jameson to
have some fun.
                          
After dinner, 
I took him to a quiet part of the park
the stars were bright 
as around us was dark.
                          
I told him everything
not a word was a miss.
He said he felt the same way,
and we shared our first kiss.
                          
Now I read this on our wedding day.
Around the people that we love.
The only vow I have is to show him 
that odd type of love.