Diamond in the rough.

        I'm intoxicated by my happiness with him, he quenches my thirst for passionate and tender dedication. He's an elixir formed with gentleman blended with sweetness, and mingled with character. He's so loving and devoted to me, which I was apprehensive about initially and I am sometimes neglectful of. But I now and always crave his touch and embrace. I love when he kisses me, I relish in girl like delight when he holds me, I particularly love when he plays with my hair and gazes into my eyes. I've always treasured this feeling sweeping my every sense. However, I thought this had been reduced to ashes when the other him broke my heart, when really this was just lost waiting to be found by someone special, that someone is him. I found this feeling like a glowing gem bounded within him.