He was beautiful;
Not in the sense that made you think of feminine things, such as flowers and butterflies and the shade of the sky as the sun rises in the dewy morn,
No he was beautiful in his words;
The words he struggled to say
The ones that spoke the truth,
twisting and wonderful and eloquently voiced.
Yes, he was high cheekbones and strong jawlines
Warm eyes and kissable lips
Soft hair and defined abdomens
He was truly a spectacle to behold,
But the honest beauty lied
In the movements of his silver tongue.