HIM

WHEN HE WAS CREATED

When i saw him he was a shadow in my dreams.
Skin like porcelain and a smile to melt the sun.
Lips like two soft pleasures only known to the greek gods.
His mind as sharp as an eagle.
His eyes so many colors as if i was in a trance each time he blinked.
He is the epitome of beauty.
Handesome as a summer day.....
as beautiful as the greatest work of art known to the mortal realm.
He is my dream
my waking pleasure
my hearts desire
my unconcious twin
my work of art
my sculpture.
He is in the most simplest of words HIM.