Him

Arms made of wood,

Eyes molded from glass.

Lips carved from the finest wax-

Bones made of steel.

That's what my man is made of.

Beneath, hidden his sweet smile,

The man that'll wait down the aisle

For me, yes, and locked inside the asylum;

His tough heart made of titanium.

The heart of his had gone through many hardships-

That fire felt cold to the touch,

And lightning is quiet to his ears.