He is my walking poetry
I never laid eyes on a creature of such exquisite beauty that is worthy of my sight. But it’s not just his physical appearance that captivates me; it’s the radiance of his inner spirit that shines through. His opinionated mind and unique perspectives on the world impress me effortlessly, causing my heart to skip a beat. It blows my mind that someone as quick-witted as he exists.
I never thought I would stumble upon something so precious, something that transcends even a material treasure. But I have discovered a sanctuary, a safe place, and a best friend in him. His company gives me a sense of security that exceeds my expectations. With him, I feel incredibly comfortable, to the point where I can confide anything in him without fear of judgment. He makes me feel protected and safe, much like a high-ranking government official or a member of royalty from a renowned kingdom. And all of this is because of his tender care and affection.
I never anticipated that someone could affect me so profoundly without even making a physical gesture. Even I find it difficult to believe that someone’s mere presence could stir such intense feelings within me. It is in the warmth of his gaze and the soothing sound of his voice that I feel a deep connection.
He makes me experience a range of emotions that are both intricate and effortless. Even poetry, my favorite form of expression, falls short of capturing the depth of what we have. It surpasses anything the Sumerians could have imagined in words, as words fail to grasp the sheer magnitude of his extraordinary nature.
His soul is more than one’s writes about. His stare captivates beyond a fleeting glance. His touch is smoother than silk. His intellectual capacity outperforms Bentham’s. And thus, I cannot make poetry out of him. He is not just the subject of artistic expression. He is the embodiment of art itself. He is the walking poetry, he is my walking poetry.
