his beauty

I was drawn to him, In ways that cannot be explained. . .

I was drawn to him
in ways that I myself cannot explain

Was it the beauty of his eyes?
The ocean blue color
the eyes that I lost myself in

Was it his smile?
The crooked half smile that played on his lips
the smile that brought the sun on rainy days

Was it his laugh?
The laugh that was music to my ears
the laugh that to me was a lullaby

Was it his beauty?
The way he dressed, such royalty
The way he brought beauty to any place he stepped foot in

Was it any of those?
Or was it something else?

Was it his beauty?

No,
I was not drawn to the beauty of his eyes,
I was not drawn to his smile
I was not drawn to his laugh
I was not drawn to his beauty

I was drawn to him
What made him, him
His beauty was just part of him
But I was drawn to him
Because of him, simply being him

Author's Note

any grammar errors, I am sorry, still new to this.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

A lovely tribute, authentic and pure, honoring the whole person--not the usual superficial physical features we so often read and hear. Nice way to convey your passion and love. Nice work.