oh well
Like stars in the sky or grains of sand on the shore, any piece of him is quite an adventure to explore.
He doesn’t know it but I’m sure of the fact that every piece of him is loved as a pack.
Not a star goes unnoticed, it shines through the night.
Like no grain of sand go untouched as it engulfs each hand.
His heart is alike in ways that it is very much liked.
No matter how big or little the star, or how old or new the grain of sand, Each piece is unique and loved at hand.
Each star shining bright for all to see, and each grain being made with a love that only he could be.
But yet, there’s this constant fear and question of why, “am I good enough, am I loved, am I worth anyone’s time?”
His heart is a heart like no other.
You see, he loves with a love that is unconditional.
Unless you’ve broken the heart and soul of a person close to his heart, forgiveness is hard.
But this love is a love of care, you see he loves with every hair.
His body trembles as the thought of hurting another, and that’s something that makes him so valuable.
Value.
A word spoken often but so hard to recognize, when freely given to others but not often felt in your own life.
But he is more valuable than any shining star and grain of sand, which is why it would take me a lifetime to tell you all what I’ve placed in my hand.
But since that much is true, and all of this I know, I’m taking a few minutes to tell you about how he’s allowed me and helped me to grow.
He’s insecure and lonely, which I can relate, but he doesn’t let this stop him from being great.
Unlike myself, I’ve grown distant from others, caring too much of what they would think.
He taught me a lot about loving others you must first love yourself, that it isn’t possible without, well, yourself.
I neglected myself, devalued myself, and shamed myself.
But sometimes all you need to do is spend time with yourself.
Three plus years in the manking, I have no doubt in his ranking.
He’s a nine out of ten on the scale of men.
With many years of growth and learning to be done, there’s so much potential in him and what he can become.
No matter his past, his present, or his future, He’ll be loved with a love that is beyond all measures.
Tall, blonde, and handsome are physical attributes he possesses, But a heart made of gold is what really blesses.
A blessing to others, although unaware of the fact, he’s made really quite the impact.
If there’s one thing I wish, it’s that he knows this like the game of Go Fish.
Never forgetting, always remembering.
That he’s loved eternally no matter the circumstances.
That without the light of the stars of the grains of sand on the shore, life without him would be quite a bore.
K.L.B., the name of a Prince that a special miss will one day wish to kiss, forever.
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