He is tall,
My Doyle.
He is incredibly handsome
This Doyle of mine.
With that hair...
Those eyes...
Cowley asked me once,
Are you?
It is none of his business,
Now, is it?
Nah.
He comes to me,
With that smile that fills his eyes
And covers his face;
He takes the shadows from my mind,
With that laughter of his,
That welcoming,
That wonderful joy he shares willingly.
He is tall,
My Doyle.
He is incredibly handsome.
This Doyle of mine.