Just the way he is-

His brown curls

and

his brown eyes,

that seemed to be made of so many words,

that he did not even have to speak.

Because his fear was,

to talk to strangers.

He can not utter a word, but he has so much to say.

Only he is afraid of so many words.

This narrowness between the lines

and the eternity of the chapters.

But I kept telling him

it's OK.

And he has me.

Then he smiled,

with his braces and his soul.

And I realized he did not have to be afraid of people.

He should only be himself,

because he was just perfect just the way he is.