His eyes like a shallow ocean,
His skin like a pale porcelain doll,
His hands soft like a newborn,
His voice unlike no others,
Soft but firm and comforting.
He is understanding like a Mother,
But protective like a Father.
He is a smoothing gentle breeze, with the power of a tornado.
He is a bright star, with a dark side.
He is a faded scar, with beauty.
He is a full recovery.
And He is mine forever.
