His golden hair - was the first thing I noticed about him.
His golden hair - that set in waves so smooth that only Poseidon could have constructed them.
His golden hair - that shone so bright that Apollo himself was envious.
Smooth, pink, and moved in a rhythm so harmonious only strings from a lyre could compare.
When he smiled all of the stars in the sky disappeared - for he was the brightest of them all.
He chose me to be his most beloved.
I would spend my entire life admiring him:
Lost in the depth in his eyes;
Comforted by the warmth of his innocence;
Marveled at the delicacy of his lips;
Melted at the richness in his voice;
And adoration for the purity in his heart, that flowed through every part of his body. Every vein. Every hair on his head. Every breath he took.
He looked at me as if I was the only person on this Earth.
His divinity shone through his body, and shed light on everything he touched - including me.
When he finally leaned forward, and our bodies intertwined, our souls became one and I too felt like a God.
I told myself I would never let him go.
So when he was called to war, without hesitation, I looked into his solemn eyes and told him I would follow.
I would follow him to the end of the world, I said. Until the very last sunset. Until the fleeting colours of dusk begin to fade away, and the bloody sky turns to black.
I learned to kiss the war out of him - and he would return to me.
But as time drew on, the tender hands that held me at night grew hard from the weapons they held during the day.
As dawn approached, he hardened beside me and the purity and warmth I had known of him disappeared as morning came.
The chaos would not stop, and the war became too big for the two of us.
I could feel the boy I love fleeting from me. And in desperation I put on his armour to feel him once more.
There is no waking up. I watch as he grieves. I watch, helpless, as the sweet boy I love, becomes a storm. His impending strength tearing down battlefields, and tempting to alter the Fates.
He is remembered for his fury in combat, his name in the mouths of people for centuries.
But for me, I remember everything.
His happiness- the way he laughed so openly; tilting his head back, the waves in his hair cascading down his neck, the kaleidoscope of green and gold in his eyes, and the melody of his voice. For his laugh was as sweet as figs.
His elegance- the smoothness of his skin, the refinement of his features, the splendor in the way he moved. He was walking art. Dignity and nobleness flowed out of him like a river.
His love - the way his eyes met mine. His earnest gaze that left me breathless. He filled my once empty body with so much happiness, I did not mind drowning in him.
He gave me a life filled with memories. A life where I would wake up with him unsure if I was still dreaming.
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