His eyes

I have never known for them to be sweet

Sweet like honey

On Sunday morning

His hair

Soft like the clouds in the sky

Light and delicate

A touch so fuzzy

His laugh

A sound so lovely

A harmoney I could hear for centuries

I was enchated

His skin

The warmth from his body

So velvety and luminous

I have never touched something so pastel

His smile

Bigger than the world itself

Calmer than the 7 seas

An infectious infection