The drummer boy

Never have I met anyone like him.
Just like his smile sweeps me off my feet, there is sensation at the sight of him
The way he holds my hands seems like a tour through paradise.
The tickles differs from every other.
Never had my heart been so soft; the tenderness from his talks, the sweet messages rocks.
He makes my heart beat correlate with that of the drum, my soul hungers for his love.
I cannot ignore what made me fall in love; his spectacular way of getting the congregation up whenever he begins to play, uhn so much joy. I got to say maybe the pleasure isn't so vain.
  The elegant way he picks the drumstick and starts to play feels like ten drills plucking out my heart.
Popo di po po di popodi popodipo goes my heart with his drum.
The rhythm of his beat, the way he handles the stick is fluid just like my mind turns fluid when i watch him perform.
With eye balls buldging not cover his red roses kissable lips, i tried to hold on to him.

In a jerk, i woke and realize it had been a dream.