Friday, 3 October 2014

My Plain Magical Man

His eyes so honest, stating his age gone by,
his candour so genuine, his swag so high,
my boy, my man, you stand out so far,
my boy, my man you take all my power.

I usually stand tall, independent and free,
off late I have been bending, tendril unlike tree
your breath full of comfort and warm love,
your earthly humble soul, so high rising above.

Not handsome, not pretty, not a greek God,
charm so effortless, sexy your little nod,
did you come from a land far and away?
will you vanish after quenching, disappear like clouds grey?

A rainbow so bright, shining and making me smile,
I knew not before, how weeks passed by in a while,
like the winter sun bright, joyous and craved,
you my little light, so uniquely behaved.

When did you sweep me off me feet?
when did my heart skip a single beat?
did you naturally blend me into your hue?
did I just become a tiny fragment of you ?

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