He doesn’t like being called chicken, but he lets me call other men that.
He chuckles every morning when he wakes up because he knows I’m in his life but he’s afraid of love.
He can open any lock on a door but he’s not a thief and he likes to swim.
He’s a fire sign and he’s way older than me.
Although he likes repeating sonnets to women he would like to repeat a sonnet to me but he often finds that there is no poem to complete what he would think of me.
He’ll do anything for his kids and he is not perverse in any way and has an ardent heart.
It is confusing for him because he’s never ardent when he’s around me.
In retrospect, he likes being called loverboy even in his younger years and he thinks everybody is crazy.
His philosophy is that life is crazy. He’s not suicidal but everyone’s crazy for living it….
But he’s not plain but not simple either.
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