Blue

He walked into my world,
His little girl's hand in his,
And the air pulled from my lungs.
And yet,
Despite the tattoos,
The shoulders that could,
And obviously had,
Carried the weight of the world,
And the gleam in his eye,
That said he trusted very few,
When his eyes met hers,
As she said goodbye,
He became putty in her small hands.
And I knew in that moment,
This man was dangerous-
Not because of his looks,
But because underneath it all,
He was the kind of man I could fall for,
And there would be no coming back.