Him.

His sangfroid trait, sans sanity
A resurgent instinct; his glance alike deity
His rustling breathes reassemble the curve
Of my roots, to enfold; in the realm of his love.

My sprinting beats: stumbled by his touch
That evinces of his soul: diviner much;

A reflection more akin a poetry, personified;
This dunce wit be niggled: my conscience terrified;
Such beautifully instead, he awakened desires;
The craven craved: in the lure of his fires.

His opaque smirk, kindled my heart;
I tasted death from his striking dart,
And never could have death been so delicate,
From a world filled with ferociousness; my soul it did segregate.

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