He stands tall and dark,
Menacing in size.
His face is cold and stark,
Not many can look in his eyes.
His shoulders are thick and wide,
His legs are long and lean.
An arctic stare makes most men hide,
The air about him is colored mean.
He's been trained and pushed,
For many long, torturous weeks.
No time to wait, always rushed,
He's no longer among the geeks.
He's impervious to pain,
He fears no man.
He's not there for gain,
Or to catch a tan.
He has a week spot,
But it's his strongest too.
It is his heart,
And impervious, it's not.
It's no longer on the floor,
Yet it beats stronger now.
Than ever before,
It happened, but how?
A woman captivated him,
Showed the world it's 'us.'
Not him and her but 'them,'
And they're not in a rush.
The hearts that beat there,
Are warm and compassionate.
Are like no others anywhere,
Two youths crossed by fate.
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