His eyes,
Not a soul could look away and ever again feel the same.
In them, I see galaxies tumble and collide in a colossal manner, untamed.
Why look up for the stars at night, when his eyes,
Seem like they were made just for me to seek.

*His smile,
Brightens even the most darkest of days,
Worth a million tears cried, just for him to spark a flame and let it burn in me
Golden, can't even put together words
To tell you the magic it works through me.

His cheekbones,
What a wonder, such perfect ensemble
Of bones, flesh and muscle, like a dream embodied.
Sculpted by the hands of God, it must be
His personal favorite, no doubt, but this one's mine to keep

His hair,
The darkest black you can conjure up
From the darkest nights you've seen.
Lost in it, almost, while playfully toying
Such fascination with even the simplest parts of his being..


His voice,
I can't explain what it feels like
Without getting my heart to skip a beat.
Deep, and soulful, all in perfect tones,
Here I am drowning in his, almost, surreal entity.