My Beautiful Man: Eternal
He was more than just a man. He was a masterpiece, an embodiment of everything beautiful. His smile, etched with laughter lines that spoke of a life well-lived, could illuminate even the darkest of rooms. His eyes, the color of the deepest ocean, held secrets and stories that whispered of adventure and passion.
And his soul, oh his soul, was a sanctuary, a place where kindness and compassion bloomed like wildflowers in the spring. He was a gentle giant, a beacon of strength and vulnerability, a man who understood the language of love in all its nuances.
He was my rock, my confidante, my soulmate. We built a world together, brick by brick, laughter by laughter, dream by dream. He was the sun that warmed my heart, the moon that guided my steps, the stars that illuminated my path.
But time, as it does, took its toll. The wrinkles on his face deepened, his hair turned silver, his steps slowed. Yet, the beauty within him never dimmed. He aged gracefully, like a fine wine, becoming richer and more complex with each passing year.
His spirit remained eternal. Even when his body grew frail, his mind sharp, and his heart weary, his essence, the very core of who he was, shone brightly, an unyielding beacon in the face of inevitable change.
He left a void in my heart, a space that can never be filled. But he also left me with a treasure trove of memories, a legacy of love that will forever guide my steps.
My beautiful man, my eternal love, you are etched in my soul, a timeless masterpiece that will never fade.
