He was like an angel.
When his words began to tangle.
Like chocolate milk in the autumn,
Man I never wanted us to reach the bottom.
He played with pure imagination,
Those feelings were of his creation.
Warm like a late night barbeque,
When I finally decided to talk to you.

[Poem/song]

The idea on how to write this one came from joymoment and her book "A Second Chance"
Though as always, my song is dedicated to a special someone whom I would rather remained anonymous.