The Unmistaken Man

His heart was that of stone,      he is such a sweet talker. How over years are love has grown,      but he is such a sleep walker. He walks away from me in my dreams,      his eyes were that of a liquid blue. His skin color is that of many creams,      you could stick to him like glue. He stands in the same position forever,      his body is composed of many curves. He looks to me like he is clever,      his devilish glare gets on my nerves. He is a marble statue in his case,      standing on his own golden base.