He is like an enigma,
His body, my temple,
Touching him is sacred,
He is divine but simple.
I am in the labyrinth,
Of my own thoughts,
No fixture to my absinthe,
Worrying more about the afterthoughts.
He smiles through the cracked door,
His eyes sparkling like the brightest of stars,
Looking at those dimples, never make me bore,
The way he looks at me mend my scars.
He stands by me through all the odds,
Never utters a word when I am depressed,
He is better than all the gods,
He holds me close and I'm always impressed.
Words are never enough to say,
He's an art, art so amaze,
He's the man to be with night and day,
As he sets my heart ablaze.