He was a gentleman…

He was a bad boy dark thick wavy hair wild and free
He wanted me pursued me in his own man child way
I did not like him at first then his charisma captured my heart
He was self destructive bad news always in trouble never serious but he made me laugh
He had his chance but did not take it he held me through the night I didn’t even need a
Blanket although the cold was bracing he was like a bear wrapped around me and I wanted
Him so badly
He walked away I was mystified
I heard later he wanted no baggage which I had in spades… he was the perfect
Gentleman for not taking advantage of me but he would never wanted to hear That
I loved him for many years from afar
He passed away
I cried for what


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