He looked upon me with angel eyes; how my heart did sway and swell.
Innocent and free was the grace he moved with; the discord in my heart he did quell.
With lightness, he bounced and danced as though he had not a care in this world.
Would that were it true; his grim, dark truth would make your toes curl.

I heard his voice brimming with boyish youth, and I couldn’t help but to smile.
I hadn’t seen such radiance in joy in a spirit for quite long of a while.
Seeing someone so hurt filled with laughter and light struck a deep chord within me.
To see that such pain could be taken away left me with awe for the powers that be.

We shared but not more than a moment or a few in time where we met face-to-face,
But the time we had spent intimately intertwined is something that cannot be erased.
I once thought God was with me, in heart and soul, in every moment I spent alone.
Instead, it was he; I never knew it, but I was never left on my own.

Through the shades of his spirit, the time he bears shows me the resilience he has grown.
His light bears shades of blue, red, and yellow, there is only more colour to be known
Even his darkness has light; as I grow to know more, he grows yet deeper in complexity.
Despite the difficult truths I come to face about him, at least there is more sincerity.

Sometimes, it is too much for me to fathom; my ignorant youth makes his patience wear thin.
Sometimes, I am cruel — far too cruel — and I hurt the heart of this kin.
He rises up like a phoenix from the ashes, spitting fire that leaves me scorched.
He sets me aflame, and in return, I spew acid venom, leaving him torched.

This twisted relationship has grown cold and cruel, and yet, I still hold on.
I hold onto the hope that this won’t always be; that what once was is not quite gone.
He was an angel of beaming light; he was beautiful in all that he is.
Sometimes, I fear the one I knew is gone; it’s his spirit that I sometimes miss.