dark sunglasses, a ready spring

shades of grey and gold

a soldier, the knight that never really existed, you are honor and respect and deadly force

the constant assertion that you're a Nice Guy, if you have nothing nice to say it only shows in your eyes, in the angle of your head

you are a crude, sick sense of humor, a delight in violence – and a firm belief that couples should write their own vows

you'll break my arm before you touch my face. you never forget to call.

martial arts addict, the only person I can call ninja with a straight face

You say you are water, steam, ice – you're non-Newtonian, slipping

through my fingers hard enough to bruise