Sargent
I normally write what I feel
How can I describe
What you are doing to me
Like a snowflake falling
Freely
And you little hard man
A cardboard cut out of you
Blocking peoples actual views
But I see the softness
In those grey eyes
And I feel that soft heart
As you wrap yourself around me
And I see the care as you pull me closer
Covering every inch of exposed skin with my duvet
And while you might not admit it
I admire you dearly
You handsome sweet old tormented soul
Taken on the world
Defending a rugby ball
