If only he knew

He smiles, and the world slows down, making my heart skip a beat. Through every joke, he laughs freely, like wind that no one can compete. His eyes, unique and full of kindness, hide quiet pain behind each smile. His voice is soft as the nightingale, it makes my cheeks blush, warm and pale. It washes pain and fear away, like gentle rain on weary days. He sees the world with tender eyes, and makes all hearts feel recognized. He looks like Apollo, calm and fair, the kind of warmth that fills the air. He’s perfect…so perfect, that it makes my heart hurt, like sunshine wrapped in human form, too bright to touch. His presence feels like a gentle dream, one I never want to wake up from.