He stood as tall as a tower.
I wondered if he was built with power.
He must have been the son of a flower.
He was as beautiful as sun flower.
He shone like son of the sun.
And I wished he was my king.
He looked feisty yet thirsty.
I took him to Rome my home.
And he sat in the pool of love I have.
The clean affection that I served,
he gently sipped from my hand.
And I felt and figured,
he's my last not lust.
I don't remember jumping.
But I knew his love was a hole.
And I've fallen deeply.