When I see him go down the same road.
Which I take every day.
Looks like he’s come straight out of a book,
From my alphabetically arranged pile.
Never cared to see around for any details,
Even hinting a smile.
Which makes me wonder what dark secrets he’s got to hide.
In those intense brown eyes.
Every day, I watch him strolling by.
His tanned copper skin complimenting every color he wore.
mannequin walking on the road,
A catch for every eye.
He walked to a beat of his own,
which I payed little heed before,
To my surprise, for today,
I see him all in black with rolled-up sleeves.
Suited to a groom in look for a hand.
With a varying range of roses,
All the way, smiling,
A smile that reaches up to his brown eyes.
Now filled with warmth,
Showing all joy…