His hair was like gold silk gently whipping around in the soft breeze
like straw fields of golden harvest
like the fields of so many yesterdays,
so many years in the past,
like a history that lasts
His eyes were blue like pools of a river
black pupils like where it's too deep to see to the bottom,
warm and inviting, do things live there?
his ears so round like the mushroom coming out of the tree
was it medicine or something to eat?
his skin so smooth like silk
glittered in the sunset with golden hue
as the air moved across it like sandpaper
His inner beauty was that of a warrior, and a lover
his courage was strong like a strong man
with torso chiseled and stable frame
his bravery was like the arm of a warrior
bulging and strong and swinging forth
with lightening speed and precision seldom matched
his head was pure with innocence
as he had learned you can do no wrong
thoughts pulsate from his mind like soft white light
heart beating with excellent, soft precision
like a fairy flapping his wings,
his blood was happy
and finally, he moved