He walks in beauty, like a God
of ancient times and fairy tales
leaving his heroic trode
strong but light, like full blown sails.
Observes the world with steel blue eyes
shielded by his brows so dark
Makes me reach the highest skies
leaving his eternal mark.
Atlas’ shoulders, solid, wide
safely towering above
a mind so noble and very bright
my Muse, my eternal love.
This beaten heart you make whole
by being genuine and true
making beautiful this bewildered soul
just by loving you.
(No more painfully corny posts after this, I promise)