Enigmatic Love

His voice is as fresh as the morning air, of his existence, every bone in my body is aware. His face is as mysterious as a book with no cover, oh how lucky I am, to have him as my lover. His exhilarating eyes look deep into my soul, his voice causes shivers through my bones. His soul is like a bottomless pit filled with care, but his exterior is harder than a bricked well. A stoic expression plastered across his face, him, no-one can replace. A warm smile strewn across his heart, my heart aches when we're apart. He belongs to me, his heart is mine and so is his love. I’d never give him up, at least not easily. He looks after everyone with no declines. Loving him isn't tough, it makes me want to be alive.