Classics and Tea

He is made of classics and tea. He sits in a bistro falling in love with words–words that inflict hope that perhaps maidens still exist and seek gentlemen with sensitive hearts.

Where have all the sweet things gone, he asks as he pours over Lord Byron and pours cup after cup drowning his pallet in steeped sweetness.

Denim jean damsels stroll by but he takes up Mr. Darcy’s attitude…”not handsome enough to tempt me”

He wants a girl with flowers in her hair and a garden in her heart. A girl who believes in magic and doesn’t think love letters are cheesy.

He is made of classics and tea–a dreamy boy who dreams of a girl to live happily ever after with.

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