Don't look so shocked when you hear it,
You really were not hard to beat - however hurtful that is.  

His eyes are much brighter than yours,
And they light up like glow sticks when he says hello

His arms are iron, whereas yours are cheese strings:
I feel like a kid on a climbing frame, at last

He doesn't roll his eyes when I stutter, or mumble
Self-depreciatively: he chuckles along with me

His warmth makes me believe in stars, and stories like spun gold,
Which draws me out of your tepid fog

Unlike you, Mr Sullen, he goes about his work without complaint,
And I feel like a rosy teacher's pet when he talks me through it

He has a smile which affects me like laughing gas -
And I think I'm becoming addicted.

You are now a fading moon, cratered and dull.
He is...

A rising sun, warming my blood.
And I hope he'll run forever in my veins.