He had, the perfect smile, that made you feel loved
He had, the perfect eyes, in which you could see his honesty
He had, the perfect mouth, so soft and tender, just like him
He had everything anyone could want; he was beautiful, in every sense of the word
He was perfect
He still is.
He had Michelangelo’s David beauty,
Most of all, he was the kind of man
Who would let you have the last piece of something
He was my King and I was his Queen
I loved him with everything I own