Man of Mystery
He’s a difficult hand to hold,
Cloaked in mystery yet unraveled
Grows in you and insatiable lust
To grab away his secretes
And ride out his tempestuous storms.
In my eyes mirror
All that is called his beauty
And my minds lips
Thirst for his handsome words,
The deep sound soothing
My worries,
Could be the love to be my first.
Some say his love can be a curse;
He’ll come to you from the horizon
Aglow from the sunrise
As he pulls you to his coarse,
But when winds come,
As they do in their nature,
He’ll turn away to leave you
Swept away and broken
Until he comes back begging
To be let aboard,
Because loneliness came knocking at his door.
But the risk is worth it,
I’ve been loved worse.
His arms are warm for comfort
And the weathers far too cold.
He’s a challenge to be tested
But I’m ready for his storms.