He's a lonely soldier
Blonde and sea-eyed, and not much older
Than a casual frat-boy on the brink of Adult
A beautiful specimen
With a heart spun from gold
And hands that create miracles
His soul is far from home, one can tell
He's a faraway dream walking among us
But he rules all he surveys
The landscape of my heart and still more
He's the King of the Sun and Moon
Like a god and like a child
Strikes without warning and without malice
He grants me my wishes and takes nothing away
(Dedicated to MW, and to the truest love I've found)
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