Eyes clear with earthful strength,
Scarred face of battles lost and won,
Body of a man, new and ripe,
Hands that carry without effort, my type.
An arrogant rascal, smoking and drinking,
A beard and moustache as if its everything,
A caring fool that never forgets to give
Flowers everyday, a rose that still lives.
Brilliant at what he wants, playing to win,
Enjoying the game, making singing a sin
To my ears which are seduced by that voice
That reveberates in my soul, a calling for more.
No questions asked,
A past left behind,
Skeletons left buried,
Only present in mind.
Love unspoken,
Expressed in every way,
Arguments daily
To make up everyday.
No language in common,
As foreign as each can be,
But feelings coincide in total,
Everything I wanted is with me.
