He moves with a certain grace,
A walking masterpiece, a living embrace.
Each step he takes is a work of art,
As if he were painting a canvas with his heart.
His voice is music, sweet and clear,
Like a symphony that draws you near.
Every word he speaks is a melody,
A song of life, full of harmony.
His eyes are a canvas, a portrait of light,
Filled with colors that dance in sight.
His gaze captures the world in a single frame,
A masterpiece of beauty, never the same.
His soul is an exhibition, a gallery of sorts,
Where each emotion and feeling is a work of art.
Love, joy, sadness, and pain,
All painted with the colors of the heart's stain.
Oh, how we wish to be like him,
A walking masterpiece, a living hymn.
For he has shown us how to be,
A work of art, for all to see.
