The love of my life
Is a simpleton
Lagging behind
The timeline of life
Late in acquiring ownership of tangibles
And other worldly nonsense
Society deems necessary
Making him feel inadequate

A late bloomer
With a heart riddled with regret
And hands that carry the burdens
Of his forefathers

He is a knowledgeable man
Of a quarter of a century old
Humour pours out of him
So much so it should be unlawful

He is a composer of melodies
A metal head of sorts
A homebody with an affinity for alcohol

A lanky physique
That adds to his appeal
Pale brown eyes
That glisten multicoloured hues
In the light of day
Darkening blonde hair
Coffee stained teeth
A sincere smile that warms your heart
And the most exquisite nose I have ever seen

He tucks away his bloodied
Bruised heart
Always guarded
Masking his true nature
So he can be “that”  guy
The noble one

He belongs to no one
Someday, soon.. he will
I dread the arrival of that day
For he will never be mine
To worship