I am enchanted by his magic smile
that turned me weak at the knees
his slicked back hair
and his gravelly morning voice
and the way he walked
with his hands
in the front pockets of his jeans.
I am enchanted by his corny jokes
and his childish banter,
his love of black and white movies,
and his captivating charm
that reminded me of James Dean.

I am enchanted by the look in his eyes
every time he looks at me
and the way my name
rolls off his tongue.

In a world of unfaithful, adulterous men,
he is
a gentleman.