julchen11 (julchen11) wrote,


The way we see people, the people we love, has very little to do with our eyes... 


He is beautiful, so very beautiful
Just like a winter's shining landscape,
as delicate as the petals of a daisy, 
and as freely as the eagle soaring  against the blue .
His eyes are as mysterious as the calm sea
everything about him is so very precious, 
more precious than all the gems in the world.
His soul is the essence of the sky and earth,
his feelings are a vulcano that is yet to explode.
His smile is the smile of lost innocence. 

Pain vibrates deep inside of his gentle heart 
A lock shuts in the disturbed thoughts  of his mind 
A mind with as many roads as the world has.

I look at him and I see a pure truth, 
like looking at a clear night sky, 
Millions of stars twinkle with him. 

He is beauty as I defined it,
he is perfect, his imperfection make him so. 
He is my best friend, and I love him,
I love him although, not because.

And I would give up the things which I think are pretty
If only I can hold his beauty within me, 
For he is everything in this world, 
and I have found a world in him. 

When I found this many months ago I thought this Sam could have said ... 
I will always love those hobbits

Have a wonderful day with joy and hobbits around you!
Love and hugs,


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