You can see the sadness in his eyes,
Like storm clouds waiting for the rain
You can see it in his veins,
The blood streaming like rivers,
You can see it through his words,
Sounding like a hurricane,
You can see it in the way he holds himself,
Like its brought him to his knees but he stands up continuously
You can see it his hands,
Shaking with anticipation.

When you look at him,
You may see his pain,
His sadness,
His greif.
But you can see the light,
The stars that twinkle at night.
Hes oh so beautiful
Without trying to be.
His wisdom took the best of him,
He cant seem to realize
The greater parts of himself
That make me wonder why hes sitting here with me.
Maybe he will look at you again,
And you see the clouds start to fade,
Dull dark gray.