Him ≪3 Poem by Nautica Moxley

Gentle Eyes,
Soft lips,
A mind beyond anyone's intelligence,
He can out think anyone who dares to out think him,
A soul with a glow so bright,
It blinds the human eye,
His voice,
The persuasion,
The percussion,
And the rhythm of every word he speaks,
Moves me,
Glides me to another place,
One that's safe,
But above all this is
I love the way,
That gentle eyed soul,
Looks at my face,
Like I'm the only woman in the world,
Like if anyone tried to harm,
Or hurt,
His girl,
He would defeat their purpose,
Their life and existence,
I love this man,
And he loves me more,
In love with the guy,
But it's his heart I adore.