Arms tight, holding the world on his shoulders

Lips curled awaiting soft skin to touch

His loose black shirt resting on his body

His hat low to hide him from the world

Eyes wide with anticipation and excitement

Lips waiting whatever to come

His smile reveals his nervous side

His soft hands gently clutching the air

His head back watching the world pass by

Cool, calm and collective

His stillness is the key to his mind

His eyes watch the things that he loves with passion

Never to be broken is the stare of love, he holds in his soul

His arms tight with anticipation to be remembered

His hands ready to be taken

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