Though he guards his heart
Built in blocks of stiffness
Yet his eyes sparkles when he smiles

Passionate indeed...
He glows here and there
As he talked about oddly written unsolved murders from the books randomly picked up at the bookshop

Such a mystery...
To find a man so deeply, completely and absolutely doesn’t care how he looks wearing my spongebob shirt on when we went to a charity event and still managed to wear his charm and wit naturally

Doomed...
I’m starting to feel those tiny thunders in my veins
I must be under his spell

Chivalry is dead; He proved otherwise
A gentleman in his very own ways, culpable timing
But I don’t want to think about you that much Mr. Prosecutor
Yet here I am dreaming about you and at the same time, terrified

A good terrified like I would run and jump off the cliff knowing I won’t die
It inspires me to be me, to reach my grandeur

Hopeful...
A little bit more scared
wishing and waiting that righteous time will come and pleads the Gods to succumb me, that one ethereal moment
The sun is my witness
Calmest wind swirling altogether with falling leaves

And then there’s you..
Your suit and tie savagely fits every inch of you
I ran out of words
Should I just give you a kiss?