In silence, his thoughts dance like fleeting sprites,
A quiet mind, yet it holds boundless nights.
Observant, though calm, he sees the unseen,
A quiet storm, serene but keen.

He cares deeply, a heart's delicate art,
Learned from life, where good people depart.
Rarely shown, his caring's a treasure,
Handle it with care, a moment to measure.

Selective and choosy, a discerning grace,
Picky with bonds, each connection he embrace.
In love, He's blind, all or nothing, it's true,
Yet, beware, for his love's an intense hue.

Once done, a ghost in the shadows he'll be,
Erased from his life, like a ship lost at sea.
Handle with caution, this heart in disguise,
For he's an enigma, with depth in his eyes.
© keivo