The sun falls across your face
Casting your eyes to the gold of Summer's last days
Somehow, by God's good grace
I knew you for a while and will remember you always

You toss your head to laugh
Flashing a joyous, dimpled smile that I sadly echo
We both walk a different path
If only the past could be remade; I miss you so

Sculpted lips form a sidelong grin
Lean fingers through dark hair; such delicate hands
Appear to some weak and feminine
But to me you are the most handsome and beautiful man

Beauty! Such a strange word
To use in praise of men may seem to some mad
But any other would be absurd
You captivate me completely, you out of this myriad


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741