That Sexy Nordic Tempest.
Touched the core of my heart
With that steady piercing glare
Of his deep green stare.
I had not the faintest
Idea that this obvious fine art
Of mutual flirting would pair
With his Scandinavian flair.
That my heart he'd arrest
A move rather smart
I'd say, was a clever snare
Of which I was unaware.
He was my conquest
Although a bleeding heart.
Clever bastard! I was his lair
A calculated answer to his prayer
His touch was earnest
My defences he teased apart
He could never refuse a dare
Of a broken person – to repair.
But that familiar Nordic glummest
Will, was crippled in its part
Ambition to fix a pain not rare
And my adoration he did pare
He focused on the farthest
Pain that needed to depart.
He was so bull-headed I swear
He won't listen – I thought he didn't care.
Yet I loved the ginger fur on his chest
And his kisses…oh don't let me start…
I feared my judgement he'd impair
Until logic becomes a past affair.
Our mutual attraction began to divest
For I focused on his faults in part
Looking for something in defence to tear
Before my heart he'd forever ensnare.
I decided to attest
We were slowly breaking apart
We're far from where we were
And now we are an odd pair.