updated version of the poem:
A soul with eyes of grey as stone,
Brown hair framing a face so known,
Burgundy's rich hue, his heart's desire,
A color bold, like his soul on fire.
My heart skips beats, my soul takes flight,
When he's near, my world's alight,
His grey eyes gleam, his smile so wide,
I'm lost in his gaze, my heart can't hide.
His brown hair tousled, his features so fine,
He's gorgeous, a sight divine,
I'm captivated by his charm and might,
My heart belongs to him, day and night.
As autumn leaves begin to fall,
He awaits the night, of them all,
Halloween's dark magic fills the air,
His favorite time, without a care.
With eyes aglow, like embers bright,
He'll don a costume, a wondrous sight,
In burgundy hues, he'll make his stand,
A master of darkness, in a mystic land.
His grey eyes gleam, with mischief bright,
As he weaves spells, on that haunted night,
Brown hair tousled, with a wicked grin,
He'll dance with shadows, until the dawn creeps in.
So let the bats fly, and the pumpkins glow,
For he is the king, of this dark show,
With burgundy passion, and eyes of grey,
He'll reign supreme, on Halloween's day.
And I'll be by his side, my heart aflame,
For this gorgeous soul, with a heart so tame,
I'll follow him, through the darkness and light,
Forever lost, in his grey eyes' sight.
