a beautiful being,
sometimes I doubt he is even human.
Prideful strides, serious brown eyes.
I love to stare, even with that glaze of blue.
An ego that has been intricately instilled
yet a father to a nephew, selfless loving soul
the skin that rests beneath my hands
feels like history, a story I was told.
And by loving and admiring, details unfold
and consume me. I memorized your anatomy.
This photographic memory of mine is filled
my gallery displays infinite portraits of you.
a writer puts pen to paper
expressing everything true
and you? You are my canvas for creativity
my opportunity to change the unknown
Hopefully 20 more years from now
I can reteach the greatness that to me
you have shown.
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