Save me from hurt,

love me always,

ignore yourself.

Girls always want nothing less

than Superman himself;

the one who has the powers,

the one who could save the day,

the one undeniably attractive,

yet undeniably an a**.

But what about

my Clark Kent,

invisible to the crowd,

but shines just for me?

Maybe his powers are a bust,

and his looks aren't as fair,

but his heart is golden.

The way his eyes sparkle with mischeif

The way his laugh always exists

The way his mannerisms are like a little boy

but he knows when to grow up.

My Clark Kent,

his hair unruly,

and his tie messed up,

but nonetheless mine...

and I'm happy with my choice.

I don't need a Superman,

all I need is him.