Hugging Master...

As puzzled as bewildered
about you they have always wondered
words twinkled in a poetic mess
bursting out of  their lonesomeness
He is in the hugging business
Trade marked his opened arms
spills his charms
in a craving call
smashing all distance barriers
in a loving fall
tightening a hug...
they say he does it best
he never let go
until you do first
hungry for warmth
his chevalierie overwhelms

He gives you more
without asking for
Wrapping you joy right of his core
He reads your eyes in a gaze
feeling what your words can never erase
he crashes bones reviving hearts
giving you a piece of his shattered parts
in a squashing hug...

He gives his soul
telling you all
what his heart could spell
an army of stares
colonies of feverish glares
He craves that freedom
imprisoned in the gratefulness shell
He knows you well
though you never before met
too much bliss in one human set
Top of billions bucket lists
The every night soothing dream    
our very own prince of darkness
and the crossed heart initials on a mirror in steam
Successfully running his life saving business
wearing his Hart in his arms
leaving of him in their realms
The Good One melts in a dimpled smile
delivering hope with a desperate laughter
Turning on his Starlight shelter
offering you the world in a glimpse
and a tight life making hug.