Him

Who was he?

Well he was him.

He was the sun in the storm,

and in the cold he was my warm.

He had the perfect smile, so white,

and these eyes so brown, yet so bright.

Soft and cozy skin he had,

any one word from his raspy voice made me go mad.

His hands were so masculine, yet so gentle.

Then it hit me.

Harder than a freight train, every last ounce of steel metal.

Those beautiful hands texted a girl of his dreams.

His eyes wandered on the temple that was her body.

And that gorgeous smile?

She got each perfect tooth shot at her when she looked at him.

She was the heat in his ice age,

the girl he would’ve wandered the Earth for.

Any happiness he had, I wanted more

Even if it’s from that other girl he loved.

Because who was he?

Well he was him.