Always There

He had the face of a greek god
his hair was black as coal
his eyes were chocolate orbs
it t'was his heart he chose to follow.

He laughed at my antics,
but smiled at my charm.
I loved every bit of him,
his face, his legs, his arms.

He knew me in and out.
He knew of every night and day.
He knew of every shame and secret.
Yet he liked me anyway.

His eyes were deep as the ocean.
His soul was mine to search.
His smile was pure as an angel's.
His spirits were high as a birch.

He exuded confidence
but his heart was light as air.
My love is his to keep,
because my love shall always be there.