He’s not like the rest.
He has this mystery him, to his stare.
Intense and overwhelming.
I’m proudly overwhelmed.
He has this vibrancy, if a mixture of light and dark, night and day.
The sun and moon.
While the stars are in his eyes.
I’m happily memorized.
He has this heart, I feel it’s wounds,
I may not know how deep the cuts were,
Or how much he bled,
But if I could just, for a day,
Or just for a second,
If I could stop his bleeding,
And help him breathe a content breath,
I’ll be just fine.
Rather if I’m all alone,
Or if he’s mine.
He deserves to recognize his beauty,
He deserves to see the way he shines,
Through his own eyes,
But there’s no way he could ever see,
The way he shines, through mine,
If he only could see,
The way that I see him,
He’d love himself completely,
And realize,
The pleasure was all mine.