He walks,
unaware of the eyes that follow each step,
unaware of the hearts he absentmindedly carries in tow.
That boy,
what a beautiful diamond he is.
He shines so, so, so bright
that I'm almost blinded.
Almost, because if I let myself get blinded,
I'll risk never seeing the boy that has become the muse of my work.
I see him everywhere;
in the spaces between each star,
in the pages of the books I have yet to discover.
I believe that the world works wonders,
and what a wonder that boy is.
and the world still wonders how they were able to craft a diamond as beautiful as you, jww.