He was art incarnate.
Flowers grew where he walked.
He looked like fate,
And just like fate, he knocked.
He had stars in his eyes.
His voice dripped with gold.
He was temptation in disguise,
And my temptation couldn't be controlled.
He was a beautiful mystery.
His smile outshone the sun.
He was destiny,
And with him my destiny had begun.
He was an adventure.
He was all but iridescent.
His beauty was uncensored,
And his beauty was my torment.
He was nothing short of magic.
His laugh was musical.
He was timelessly classic,
And like the classics, beautiful.