The Love, The Pain, and What Comes After

Tall Glass Of Water || The Love

Pools of blue and beauty too, were held in the eyes of his.
I basked in his light and coveted his touch.
I searched every inch of his soul, giddy for what I would find.
The crystal orbs are filled with hope and years of wear and tear.
So filled with happiness and spontaneity.
Oh the laughter!
It filled his soul to the brim when the wall crumbled a bit.
The joy was so pure.
The love was so clear.
The heart was so passionate.
The goodness seeping out of him like an overflowing sink.
A masterpiece from the gods themselve.
No man was better made.