He was seventeen, but had the old soul green blaring eyes. Frilly seventies shirts, leather waistcoat, hair falling down in curls. Booming guitar sounds with rocking trembling voice. he bought whiskey, double shots, twice. We found his house, spent the night with goblets of port. All this, becuase i couldn't just say...'You're so beautiful' 'So incredibly sexy, wild, and gracious at the same time. Creature of grace, magnificent, and when i see you, my whole world feels fine. Is that becuase you love me too?
Thank you!!! im so in love!! i havent written a love poem for ages..and i really am feeling it!!! sigh..!!
