He charms them with a smile
and they rush to open the doors.
A queue forms outside
for 'just one night'.

He smells beautiful, a bit like the rain,
a lot like freshly chopped grass,
except it lasts and lasts.

He called on me with flowers and gifts
and all that beautify this place,
causing envy among the misfits.

He strained the sun for one last ray of light
that would brighten
my darkest night.

He would give me the world if it was his to give.
But I see it in his eyes;
hence it's already mine.
 
But what use is the world if there is no heart?
There's no red river
running through this beautiful stranger.