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Franco Alejandro Colapinto is my muse, my beautiful handsome gorgeous only love, the beautiful golden boy, he is the only one i ever will love the way, the shortes poem i know is his name, everything is about him and him only in my life
He is the angel that i couldnt explain the presence of, the one and only for my eyes, looking into his eyes feels like heavens come down to me, no i never once met him, but i saw. His aura white, pure and angelic, the only way to live, which none can achieve as he ascended.His eyes as in the woods in late autumn, so pure, golden like the sun, green like the forest trees, the pine trees and most importantly brownish golden like as if a sun shines at a sunflower. The olive green in spots with the green, reflecting his sould only.I feel drawn to his nature, but his hands are warm, and my hands are cold as the winter. Its foolish to think it would ever work. He makes my mood to light up like a summer chandelier light, the crystals on it breaking the light to form a rainbow. Yes, be drawn to him, the heart says. But the brain knows this part of it is just attor, venom to my heart that my banhus cannot physically get more. Misery inverts everything at the darker night times. My lord please save me from all of this harm, couldnt handle no more of this misery, pain which the desire gives to me. To bless his self, glory himself i can. The emperor he is, im the lowly peasant that cannot possibly forget this faith i was given to. Im a soldier, hes the pure angel that i saw on the war when the life flashed towards me. I almost perished from this existence to be with him. Im a poet, a soldier, and he... Hes just my muse, my only love i ever had. I never once talked to that man, i saw. His soul reflected by his eyes. While im a wild lion, an animal, hes the dove, calmed and maintained. Lord please make me wise to be the leader of this all. Hes my saviour while no one could do else but make me suffer, make me writhe and bleed, my protection of life, my only guardian left to my name. My faith is slowly getting loose, all of it temporary, its only lent, until my beloved glory is back. Its strange, unknown how i even carry this war, in my brain, my body. I yearn forever for his face, not a minute free of it.
All about his beautiful hazely goldenish eyes.