Oh he was as sweet as the ace in the hole, As the lilt of his look and the scrub of his hair, And his hair was as black as the black of the coal, And the coal was as black as the deep of despair, And his skin was as pale as the pale of the milk, And his teeth were as sharp as the teeth of the fox, And his touch was as smooth as the smooth of the silk, And his eyes were like diamonds shut in a box. He was silver as starshine, as gold as…