Him.

This is a story poem, I guess?

Let me tell you a story
A story of mine, maybe
I haven't started the prologue,
It seems that we won't be having an epilogue�"
For I don't plan to give it extremity.

I met a boy who's upfront
Bold, honest, and frank
He dresses like The Times New Roman font
He's innocently intimidating,
whenever he's near�"
I feel like my head is going blank

He's a guy of simplicity
We both share each other's empathy
Like thrift shops we two prefer to purchase
I want to ask him out for a picnic date
Sitting beside each other under that tree

He tends to be carefree
To whatever life brings him
He lives in the moment,
Not giving an eye to how life brings him torment
But he's heedful about cruelty,
The justice that society needs to see,
In his heart, he has affinity

He's not that special in the eyes of few,
He's exceptional in my point of view.

He's the unspeakable feeling
on cozy mornings as the sun rises,
the dreamy feeling in the afternoon when the sun is at its highest,
while the warm sun rays hit the living room,
and the cool breeze that touches you in the evenings where we can see the moon,
For that is him, a pleasant tune.

He's the sunshine after a heavy storm
a sign of hope, Indeed he is
The beauty of how lightning comes way before the thunder speaks,
The rainbow after a rain,
The warmth of when autumn came

Petrichor's imitating his scent,
Like a baby, his touch I crave
The rants, tears�" to him I'll vent
His presence is securing, with him I behave

As my eyes look at him
I feel the ease within his peace
For he desires for peace, he is the peace
Adequate at pacing as he set the pace
Run miles, all eyes sees for the ace.

In my head�" the collusion of what ifs and doubt
He planted seeds of assurance that now began to sprout
He took all the sorrows away
The dreadful memories start to fade
All those will now be known a mystery,
For he's the knight that took me out of my own misery

He is what I think about
on cozy mornings when we see the sun rises
He's the one responsible
for giving me the dreamy feeling in the afternoon when the sun is at its highest,
As I stare how the sun rays hit the living room,
I always remember how I listen to your voice for it sounds like a pleasant tune
'till evening where the cool breeze touches me where we see the peeping moon.

He made me feel the care of a lover
To be loved whole-heartedly
To be loved a whole
He is that, my daring lover

"What does love mean?"
The question he has for me
Darling you are the one you asks
The romance you want to be defined
One that feels like Paris' nights
Is what you've been showing all this time
The love so strong, and so divine
How badly I want you to know I seek for you to be mine
For you are "love", the thing you ask me
and everything I ask for.

So when you query to me,
With reference to this story
As for why it hasn't started 'yet',
Let me commence the prologue by stating
"Yes"