He walked in the church like he owned it
Thin, medium height, longish, greying curly hair.
Brash, loud, noisy, not my kind of person at all.
I watched him dancing to hymns.
Definitely not my type of person.
We were both at a trust workshop.
No, not him as my partner.
He is definately not my kind of partner.
Something happened that evening.
I trusted him, the first man I’ve ever trusted
Now I join him dancing to humns and enjoying life
He is definately my type of person.
He is my angel, my friend, my soul mate.