If he were a smell he would smell of dusty leather and horses in the pasture.
Although his hands are calloused and worn...they show his dedication to hard work and experience.
If he was a taste it would be vanilla buttercream dolloped on top of a cupcake.
He would feel like the leather of cowboy boots and a horse's mane.
His eyes hold the deepest blue of the stars.
and is touch is warm and soft like a slowly dimming candle.
He is simple and kind
I can talk to him about anything, anything.
If he were a color he would be a subtle orange, the orange that follows after a sunset.
A sunset we walk eternity to.
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