It is always he...

It is always he...
Softly slipping into my dreams
when I lay me down to sleep
moon dust tripping along moon beams
promises and rendezvous to keep
It is always he...
Easily overwhelming my reverie
as I go about my day to day
his essence in everything I do and see
all things revolve around him anyway
It is always he...
No need to enquire nor to ask
no prizes for guessing his identity
no use in taking me at all to task
for i know not how else to be
It is always he…
He of sublime form, voice and visage
Michelangelo’s evident model and muse
recipient of general tribute and homage
compliments and praises all profuse
It is always he...
Besotted of women from diverse milieu
he is their prime, their source, their reason
Rejuvenating desires, lives and loves anew
this devastating Robert Pattinson
It is always he…