He's a lover
Not the type of lover you may think about

He loves every museum he visited
He loves every plant he waters
He loves melody he heard
He loves every poem he read
He loves the ocean and his weaves
He smiles at trees like they were human
He fantasies every lady he saw
Not by the words
By the pen and the paper
He sits in his favourite café
Watching people come and go
He saw beautiful ladies walking by
So he holds his pen and...