Perfect fit they say.... Not for all of you but just her Tailored glove for her heart Cold fronts don't front her now Came through unexpected Now staying is expected ... Gentle soul he is, its those Slight brushes she sees ... Stroking the heart with ease Touching her soul with words Slowly unpacking the tension Replacing the IF with intention Different vibration he brings Changing the shade in which she sees He views her on a pedestal Takes her for the queen she is No time for mediocre shit King treatment when she's around him He takes his time with her Undoing every knot Without knowing what he's doing Happiness laced with stress Never sure if it's best Eyes closed she goes, better him than them. She purges herself of the demons He knows what's left is all he is eyeing Sweetness and innocence in its rawest He could have loved her even at her lowest Reassurance in his eyes, trust in hers If he takes her hand she'll say yes.