He walks in the room and all eyes are on him,
Chances of catching his attention are slim.
He smells of cigarettes and musk,
Contemplates life wandering alone till dusk.
For as wandering as he may be,
His thoughts are rooted like a tree.
He calls me his anchor,
But its him who holds us together, you see.
He looks me in the eyes and vows for eternity.
A life of tranquility, serendipity and serenity.
If I could hold him just forever,
I'll melt in his arms and peacefully chever.