That was it, you know?
The look that boy had about him. All of him was beautiful.
No, it wasn’t all about the looks to be frank.
It was the inside that he emitted.
The light would reach me when I merely stood beside him.
It would warm me.
No matter the chill and freeze of the morning’s breeze.

I wanted to rest just a while,
He’d take deep breaths each seemed in sync with each of my heartbeats.
It reached me every time. That light had never seemed to fade
But, so regrettably, I just turned away from him at times.
I need to stand stronger; this way I can hold him closer.
I want to burn within that light that melted my frozen fingertips.
I want my blood to rush, to run, to speed on through each vein under my skin.

It was that voice you know?
The voice that never ended
Always ringing within the walls of my memory
The voice that mixed a melody of cadences in every syllable
It was what I loved you know?

I loved the voice that could wrap my heart around in words.
I loved the talks that let me in a little more every bit at a time.
I loved the very smile that raised my heart beyond the sky
I loved the passions in music that invoked the nature of his culture

That was it though.
I loved all of him.
Did he love any of me?
In his warmth I lie
But it’s my chill that he stays by.
Is it a chill he wants?