His eyes are like an Egyptian Painting–
The envy of all women who polish on eye liner–
Full of deep and inviting chocolate
His hair is always different, and always great
We assume he’s just another 30….
Sexy and polished, like chalcedony
He wears his suits a bit to tight
But everything falls in all the right places
His words are professional and kind
An ease in the presence of people
A style that is Euro-licious
The girls and I, we like to stare and sigh
As he leaves us with all the ordinary men
We shake are heads and whisper
“What a shame…What a shame…”
you are on the warpath!