Finally, let me tell you about the man with the Caribbean eyes, the man I can't describe without telling you every pre-existing, corny cliche.
He showed me what it was like to be loved gently, kindly, he said "I want to know you in the morning"
He reminds me of Sunday afternoons and baseball games, I remind him of Tuesday evenings and dinner on the table.
I don't need him to keep me warm through the winter, I want to hold his hand in the summer, too.