I must tell you (all) about something.
Yes, to you.
He has the most intense eyes I have ever seen,
A stare that could without a doubt convince anyone to believe that flying is possible,
That life is not as unfair as we sometimes make it out to be.
A look that reassures and soothes.
I would look at him...
And I could swear that I did not want to look at anybody else.
At that precise moment I understood that the eyes,
they always,
always;
Belong to whomever they shine for.
He has the gentlest skin my fingertips have ever touched.
He has hands guilty of making me writhe with every nightfall.
He has in his arms that cosmic chaos that even astronauts would dread.
And he gives hugs in which one would stay to linger.
His mouth has the name of the sin I would commit each second of my lifetime.
And when he smiles it drives away all the fears that are to come.
He has that magic, inviting you to immerse yourself in the pleasure of life.
He has a few moles on his chest resembling a constellation.
And on the inside he is even better.
I would put my hand in the fire and I just know it would be freezing cold, to say that he is, without a doubt, the most amazing person that has ever passed through my life.
He is one of those people who changes you,
And only for the better.
He has this energy that makes anyone aspire to improve the world to a better place,
even if it is just by a little bit.
Anyone who encourages you to become better,
Is someone worth keeping around.
Or at least
At least trying to.
Loving him comes effortless;
Everything he says and does urges you to do so.
He is kind and tender,
He is a human being of such quality it makes one wonder why there are not more people like him.
If anyone else had the privilege of seeing him naked into prose and verse you would love him as much as I do.
As I have said,
It is indeed a privilege.
He is life changing to anyone that gets to cross his path.
He is pure poetry.
Who am I to avoid writing for him?
He is art,
No one who passes by him ever left indifferent.
Thousands may come and go but he
He is him.
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Could've been poetic
PoesíaYou are not likely to find any love stories with a happily-ever-after ending here, Here are fragments of quotidian life in poetry format. Here are verses made out of wineglasses and sorrowful souls. Here are band-aids for the heart. Here are the rec...
