• Flesh tinted of a pure porcelien touch,
    Yet radiating with warmth of a star.
    Gentle the feel to his delicate touch,
    Arms of protection would then betray thought.
    Blood pumping bold, loving more than red,
    A soul pure like dandelion whiskers.
    Subtle, his voice containing such a sound,
    Adding a quiver of sarcastic tone.
    Snow white to sink in with his luscious bite,
    And light pink to decorate the appeal.
    Mirrors made of chocolate irises,
    Secrets hidden deep within their beauty.
    Though actions with hold a deep treachory,
    Protection of thy heart were held in his.