This poem is about my feelings toward my best friend. To me he is truly beautiful, although the word beautiful is not commonly applied to a man. The emotions which rage within him, his past which struggles to beat him, show me a strength which I have never seen in anyone else. He gives me the truth that I need in this crazy world. Although he is now out of my life, due to many mistakes on both our parts, the memory of him will always remind me to be who I am. And in my heart, he will always be just a little bit more than my best friend.
He is beautiful, so very beautiful
Just like a winter's shining landscape,
As delicate as the petals of a daisy,
And as freely as the eagle soaring against the blue
His eyes are as mysterious as the calm sea
Everything about him is so very precious,
More precious than all the gems in the world
His soul is the essence of the sky and earth,
His feelings are a volcano that is yet to explode
His smile is the smile of lost innocence.
Pain vibrates deep inside of his gentle heart.
A lock shuts in the disturbed thoughts of his mind,
A mind with as many roads as the world has.
I look at him and I see a pure truth,
Like looking at a clear night sky,
Millions of stars twinkle within him.
He is beauty as I defined it,
He is perfect, his imperfections make him so.
He is my best friend, and I love him,
I love him although, not because.
And I would give up all the things which I think are pretty
If only I can hold his beauty within me,
For he is everything in this world,
And I have found a world in him.