Tall, dark and handsome,
Oh so cliched!
You are more than what eyes can see.

I confess, I don't know the real you,
Will you give me a chance to be among the few?

Your love, your embrace, your sweet nothings,
Your scream, your fury over little things.

Where does the turmoil live?You hide it so neatly,
Your smile, your laughter, it paints a picture of harmony.

Am I just a silent spectator or do I bring out the worst in you?
Take me now to the secret space and I will set you free..