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The Time Will Come
He’ll arrive when it’s destined to be
He rolls with the waves of desire that shadow his life,
Dressed to kill in his blazer and leather shoes,
Iron clad armour guards his heart from betrayal,
Born from the days he lived the blues.
His touch is a series of golden hues marked by the stars,
His whisper the rattling of new leaves on a spring day,
When he laughs the world stops spinning for just a second,
Leaving a trail of shocked hearts reeling this way.
His reflection lives in the hearts of all he meets,
His blonde locks the envy of every female in sight,
Sizzling in his element without the arrogance,
Never fully understanding he is a glorious delight.
Heat radiates from the centre of mass population,
Wishes and dreams follow his shadow in an effort to score,
Heatwaves surround his aura in rainbow delicacies,
And his voice one that tempts a lioness to roar.
The twinkle of his eyes cause the female anatomy to stumble,
A hiccup as it takes the breath from painted lips,
His saunter a…
