He is.
He is a man, He is so unique, His tone too surreal, His eyes the soul of heaven, His voice the cure to any pain, His brain too beautiful! His sigh, sincere just like the knight he is. He is the majesty of his palace. So beautiful on the outside. Messed up and cold inside, So many of his confidant walked off, His trust crashed. His heart so hard, yet so soft. His shell too near his core...his soul His armor, shinning but he hides it. He loves like a child, Too sincerely...too openly, He cares just like a petal...softly. He protects those he love with himself. He is a diamond...still buried in the rough, He is the touch of love, in a hurt. He is the voice of comfort in tears, He is the hands of care, in the dark storm. He is sweet...he is genuine. He is. He is my friend...he is.