I thought I would never write about him anymore,
But there was something about him that kept me
Steady intrigued in getting to know him even more

The words in my diary expressed my deepest
And truest heartfelt sensations for him
The words that I penned on paper shimmered
On the veneer, sensual steam, rosy and radiant
Dreams, sublime and august thoughts, each word
Carefully considered before proceeding to the next

He stretched the waves of my gayness further outward
Than I could ever believe, gave me increasing feverishness
Thinking of him as my exceedingly beautiful and bright
Rainbow, my whole artistic mountain of soul supreme
Scenes, a monumental mirror of the mind that coincided
With my mine, a desirous wildness in his amber brown eyes

It was through the open windows of his world
Where I peeked into his soul, seeing a strong
And whole man, an exceptionally venerable being
My grandly gifted king, gleaming more than a pipe
Dream, a hard-driving, inspiring, powerful
As a large and magnificent lion