Love his smell of wood and sand
Like a secret place you visit when you’re sad
Like he was fated to cure your mind  
Be your secret thing when you run and hide

I love him
I love the colour of his eyes .
So simple yet ever so consuming
The kind that feels like a sigh
Releasing the pressure you once had

I love him
I love his eyes full of that vivid mallee  
Full of life and nature , god everything in between
So present you could never fathom to forget
Haunted with regrets and what could’ve beens

I love him and his beautiful heart ,
When you’re on his good side ,
When he sees you for who you are
Not for the devil in disguise

Every pixel of your being visible to his eyes
Processing you thoroughly , ever so fully
With a view , like that and such a precise mind
He must belong in the ****** army

And his mouth that once held a bouquet of compliment for my being
Now only utters mean truths , evils lies what a cruel thing
To mean it all , but still be nothing
To be just wind to one that is everything