He is colder than the winter snow
But has the warm autumn smile
To glance at him is to be lost
In his mysterious dark eyes
He loves rain and finds solitude
Being alone in the forrest
Probably that's why he hates
How I make too much noise
His words makes so much scars
But his touch heals my darkest sides
Despite all that he does, all that he is,
If I have to describe him as a whole
—He is heartbreakingly beautiful