Here he was again,
compassionate and considerate,
clean-shaven, dapper,
popular and remarkably clever
and optimistic,
slim, stern, and hardworking,
a promising, worthy man
bursting with phenomenal power.
He was in my thoughts more than I should allow.
I was trying to erase this infatuation
from my mind,
but his dark, expressive eyes
keep haunting me on the inside,
his whole armored body  
stalking me in my sleep,
making it hard to get over him.
And I try harder to block him
out my large, loving heart,
let his blowing kisses
vanish in the warm winds
to another distant lover,
let his swagger sift
in the lost seas of time
to an unknown spot
I could never find,
let his irresistibly soft passion
come to a cease as I blasted
it with blazing torpedoes.
But just when I thought
I had eliminated him
from my nation,
he kept reappearing
in my subconsciousness,
so strong I almost slipped
and fell on his long, colossal bridges
of seamless handsomeness,
incapable of running away,
a prisoner of love
in his addictive and extraordinary world.