He's beautiful in a way
No one else could understand
He couldn't understand me
My view of him is different
From all the others.
Is there something locked inside
That he keeps there secretive.
He has a beauty of a woman
Yet the features of a man.
The voice of a gentle fire
And the words of something more than life.
If he knew, what would he think?
Would he care?
Would he even take it to thought?
I saw him in my dream last night
He was unhappy and with anger
People wanted him to fight
But I grasped my hands around him
And swept the tears away from his eyes.
And told him it would be alright.
I adore him.