I wish I could frame you, o innocent one.
I wish I could find words to describe your gusty beauty, o kind one.
I wish I could shield you from their prying eyes, o believer.
But I am not your protector and you are not weak.
I have envied your strength since the day you blessed me with the sweet fragrance of your inspiring presence.
I was awe struck by your ability to see the good in this terribly dark world, and that was the day I decided you are too good for this world.
I would speak about your beauty, but I know you have heard it so many times, how beautiful you are and how lovely you look.
Thus, I will not be verbose, I will only say that your beauty is like fine wine and that not even the jaw-dropping beauty of an untainted sunset can hold a candle to your irrepressible beauty.
I wish I could have faith like you, o blessed one, but I fear you are a rare breed, rarer than argon.
I know that our days are gone, but I hope that someday there will be a knight king worthy of you.
You are a special person, and I know that when you die, the world will weep and your epitaph will say,
"here lived a soul, who did not compromise and was not influenced by this world."
Keep being yourself dear friend, your soul is beautiful.
