He is perfect. In height, age and appearance. His pink lips turn a darker shade when he licks them. He looks at her as she smiles..... or laughs. He turns away when she looks at him. Sometimes he continues staring....
He is handsome this one. The way he turns all red when his emotions are spiked. Or how he tries to make his small eyes appear bigger. He looks great in yellow... or blue...or other colours. He is a beautiful man indeed.
He is kind and respectful. Blows children kisses and plays with them. He is loved every where he goes. At least by all she has met. He doesn't take life too serious.....and plays along with all.
Green as clovers, his eyes make me feel as if I'm his lucky star. With an embrace stronger than any ocean current, he holds tight to our dreams. Stronger than Atlas, he carries the weight of both our fears. My love for him rivals every god in the heavens; the perfect offering for Aphrodite. He makes my cold heart burn with desire. He is my person and no one else's.