Heartbreaker

He had the kind of face that could steal hearts, break them and still be able to make you blush like a young girl.

He had a way with words that could seduce any heart.

He was a protective man with stories that made my heart break and made me laugh at the same time.

He could make well springs out of a woman’s heart that had turned to rock.

He could make a heartbreaker a good woman and he had a wonderful way of doing just that.

He had a way of growing flowers out of someone’s heart….

He was my hero.

And you see me in black and white….

You figure me out like nothing had ever happened in the world to you that wasn’t damaging you.

You’re like my Monday mantra, my gladiator.

I swear to you I will love you until I die.