Pablo-
He can be comical,
He can be clever,
He can be endearing as well.
He can also be adorable,
Sometimes he can be intimidating
But he can be charming as ever
Like a spirited hotdog man at the corner.
He's kinda systematized,
Can be profound in working hours
But a crackhead when sometimes tumbled-
That is what he is.
He has this bewildering charisma;
The way he giggles conveys to me,
I don't know what's in his laughter,
What's in his wink and clappings?
Why him?
In the first place, why not?
He's one of a kind,
His superb mind got me every time.
Not immaculate, has a wounded back,
His hands are protruded, he'd gone through a lot,
Now, when you look at him,
He proudly walks like a clever man.
Occasionally I feel like a mom-
A proud mother to be exact,
He busts his glasses several times
But slowly gathering it, patching it up.
Pablo-
A mixture of handsome and beautiful,
Adorable and badass;
How can I not treasure this man?
YOU ARE READING
For Pablo
PoetryTo the versatile man That rouses my somnolent passion again, To the outlandish guy That charmed my crafts and sentiments right now, To the skillful gentleman Who let me believe in my capacity, To the appealing man Who reminds me to always be the bet...
