His gentle touch,
And sweet gestures,
Have swept me of my feet,
More than manly arms could.
A beautiful soul,
Like a kaleidoscope,
Made of hand blown glass,
So delicate and unique.
A starburst of colour,
Myriad of harmonies sound,
Dancing in my ears,
As I drift of to sleep.
What others see as flaws,
I love and cherish,
For he is as close to perfection,
As any fairy tale Prince.
AN: This one is for Oli. Hope you like it.