He is
green eyes
black hair
crooked smile (with a dimple)
tall
lean
fit
beautiful
He is
Poseidon
Prince of the Sea
Saviour of Olympus
Praetor of Rome
He is
powerful
kind
loyal
He is
storm
wind
riptide
ice
life
He is the crisp spring breeze
He is the eye of the hurricane
He is the soaring eagle
You are
Athena
smart (and not much else)
You are
wild blonde hair
bookish
boring grey eyes
You are
not beautiful
is it worth being happy
when you shall never compare?
for he will always
be
better
than
you
(you love it)
(you hate it)
(bittersweet musings)
His eyes
they are storms
they are fierce
they are kind
they look at you
like you are the sun
like you are beautiful
like you hold the world in your slender hands
(and maybe
just maybe
you are beautiful
you are powerful)
for
he is the storm
he is the wave
he is the light
and you are the catalyst
that starts it all
you ground him
you raise him up
you are beautiful
you are powerful
in the way
no
one
else
will
ever
be
