He Is


He's running shoes and rugby balls and classic button downs-
He's black pants, a booty dance,And oh the way he sounds.

He's a pretty smile with gorgeous eyes,though brooding he may be,
He's quick to laugh and just like that,he was everything to me.

He's a lover of the universe, gazer of the stars,
He's a White Russian, a smoker of cigars.

He's green apples and black coffee- cookies and cherry coke,
He's solid and grounded, yet as allusive as smoke.

He's a cartwheel and toe touches, as silly as he is smart,
He's a son, brother, father- and the breaker of my heart.

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