Aristocrat

With his suit the colour of soot, Was he the one I'd loved, head over foot? If so, he hasn't changed one bit: Aristocratic, solemn and a hint of wit. Staring him down,noticing his arm Draped around a woman, oozing charm. I recognise the look on her face: Certainty that he could never be replaced. He holds the reigns around his soft finger Whilst locking his hard gaze on her. A woman can forget about leaving him; He leaves women spellbound and flustered within.