That’s all that matters– to him and me.
He reaches me like a tiny glint.
In the vindictive shadows of eerie reminiscences!
So full of himself, so quenched!
In his vicinity I’m a mile away
From qualms and murky pains.
His snicker is the sand of bliss.
His swear- an endearing feat.
None can get over his tone-
When he wants something and mopes for it.
It’s not viable for you to plead your case.
That smile could bring slaves of
Obstinate enough to make you solicit,
Too much for himself to contain.
He owns me- this clueless charmer.