He was refined
Crisp and clean-cut
And the slightest hint of mystery
Confidence, he wore like a well worn hat
But not just a pretty face
His soul sang a chorale
Pushing through youth and ignorance
A smile that spoke of far away lands
A twinkle in his eye whispered of unimaginable heartache
His hands, they played a sonnet of affection on my body
A kiss that knew no one else but me
I searched your eyes
Attempted to peer into your very being
And knew it all to be true
Little did I know
That I only understand love
And your body speaks only in romance
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