Charismatically awkward and beautifully contradicting at best,
His endless chambers and wayward views set him from the rest,
At first impression, his innocent arrogance is accompanied by a coy sweet,
By second, he's a jack of all trades and destined to be a part of the elite,
He is a simple boy that grew into a man and was built by God,
He is just like the others, seemingly normal, nor perfect nor odd,
He is like an invisible feather caught in a brisk afternoon breeze,
His calming affects are unobserved yet wrap the heart with ease,
His cunning presence gradually fills the air and is strong to all,
Alluring and absolute like a piece of art that has been glued to a wall,
It skillfully lingers secretively with you for days at a time,
To reasonable thought, his sense makes neither reason nor rhyme,
His eyes are those of a youth's, joyfully strong and gay,
Glassy and bright and unexpected as a warm winter's day,
Their childlike perspective is filled with constant wonder,
Setting the inevitable curiosity to discover what lies under,
His hidden words are jumbled yet redundant and hard to read,
However his message delivered comes through precise and with speed,
In glimpses, his true thoughts of importance are invasively shared,
To reasonable thought, his words were learned from those past cared,
His touch is steady and like the blind, as it is precisely keen,
One skillful caress to the timid, for a life, he does wean,
His feel is frustratingly robust and yet decadently soft,
Through slumber he naturally smothers like a protective croft,
His conversation is planned and obviously does not require two,
It is driven by himself which, at least, consists of a few,
Repetitive waves of solid noise erode the urge to speak thy mind,
To reasonable thought, the right words become hard to find,
His tethered heart forever disciplined by his valued self-worth,
Presents guardian angel or callous beast or back and forth,
Varied by his assessment to win the perpetual battle within,
He loves not unconditionally but passionately in sin,
His thoughts are anchored by set judgments which do hinder,
His souls true feelings of beauty and their entire spotless splendor,
Like a lake of clarity, clear and pure, it’s alluring at first,
Then unsettled soil with one foots stamp while quenching thirst,
All of him is encompassed into one which in turn makes He,
Ultimately dominating all that once composed of thee,
In all his wonder, his pretty dreams become hard to swallow,
For, He is pretty to look at but even harder to follow.
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