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