He held all I saw-
Glistening eyes,that held generosity;
Black shiny locks, made to show his beauty.
A voice, like one's favorite lullaby,
His personality was golden.

He's talented, a singer to be exact,
But not one who brags-
His voice wasn't made for bragging,
It was made for entertaining others.

His style was elegant like his voice-
Nothing to flashy, to show off;
Or to criticize others about dressing,
But style to suit himself.

Life isn't for criticizing;
It is based on togetherness.
What's beauty if one can't compliment?
It's not made to just stare back at yourself!

Beauty is in everyone,
It just needs to be expressed-
Not judged on outer appearance;
But on the inner one.