There came a handsome fellow,
His skin, a tannish mellow;
His voice is like a rock,
Not even I can mock.
His beauty shines when he smiles,
It leaves peace for miles.
His heart is so sweet,
Not even death can beat;
Soft, calm, and lovely is his name,
But alone he stands; what a shame.

His eyes sparkle like the stars,
But also filled with scarcely scars.
How can his beauty be wasted
When no one has tasted
His divine love that he shows;
Even when it snows,
He gives warmth and affection
As his soul looks with passion,
For a damsel that is bold
With a soul made of gold.

Alone he stands with grace;
He looks not out of place.
He moves like a poser,
As he came closer.
He stares with love
And I was a lost dove.
As fate was told
For me to behold,
That I a flowery yellow,
Is now for this handsome fellow.