his eyes illuminate his face
like moon in night sky
so beautiful
i am forced to ask why
was he sent to me 
for an infinite reason
or simply to make warm
a single cold season
standing in his
well-brewed
mild melon
mocha complexion
he entered my being
against my every conviction
i had given down on love
to be happy just me
but slowly and surely
that man came to be
with sensitivity
and sex appeal
he made love real