She looked up as the chime in the book store went off. Strolling in was this tall, mocha skinned man who wore a suit and carried a brief case. She couldn't stop staring as he walked around as if he were looking for someone. He turned and saw her staring. "Fuck," she whisper-yelled. He flashed a gorgeous pearly white smile and walked over to her. "Excuse me heart, Beauty within your eyes sweetly defies eludes my mind like visions in a summer breeze- my heart rise. " I was shook to the core. He was good. Too good. "Phillip Knox," I stated as a matter of factly while smiling at him. "The strands of your tresses shades of henna falls tingling, sweet caresses burning ember walls." I recited back. He stepped closer and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered involuntarily. "Will you marry me? Let's just skip the cheesy dates and pick up lines and jump to the second best moment of our lives," he said. "What's the first?" I asked. He just smirked and tilted his head to the side. "I don't even know you" I said, although my heart was betraying me. I knew all I needed to. He recited poems, smelled like a Zulu God and looked great in a suit. I couldn't help as my eyes trailed down what I know to be his chiseled chest. And oh gods, the way his jacket clung to his arms. Those triceps. I'm falling.