Beautiful is his heart I can’t capture because he’s so free and lovely and me.
Beautiful are his eyes, the souls disguise to all there is
But I see the depths of his luster, rooted in sandalwood musk…
It must be more to this beautiful man standing before me
As we talk I watch his beautiful layers unfold…
So naked and beautiful shedding his winter blues
When I saw his beautiful smile I knew I loved him before when time didn’t exist
So this reunion was…well…beautiful
