A Million Beautiful Things

There was something beautiful in the way he smiled,

the way his lips curved,

raising only one side.

There was something beautiful in the way he talked,

his voice deep,

speaking as he is singing.

There was something beautiful in the way he looked,

the blue of his eyes,

the way they lit.

There was something beautiful in the way he flipped his hair,

his ever so obsidian hair, 

following the wind.

There was something beautiful in the way he moved,

seemingly strong,

but graceful.

He is a million little beautiful things.

He is beautiful the way the sky is beautiful - 

the moon, the stars, the clouds -

all adding to the beauty.

He is a million beautiful things at once.