He might be the everyone's type,
A certainly gotten a lot of hype,
That tall guy's height was high as sky,
Standing like a mountain-high,
He's a stripple-pole-ific,
Towering so drastic,
His skin is a russet, reddish-brown,
In these my heart fell down,
To him had a sandy complexion,yet smooth, always tawn,
Having face like the fire-gold glow of dawn,
Hazel fay I called them, was it?,
What a great combination is it?,
Like burr a deep bronze clung to his skin,
Lifting my gaze, drawing me in,
What is handsome about him?,
Is it the strong and defined face,molded from granite?,
Or the prominent jaw curved gracefully around?,
Is...