He was the river that gave me hope, the veins of the mountains
the clouds were his eyes and they changed with the sun
the trees filled his arms with their life and strength, a whole forest wrapped itself around you with his embrace
his shoulders were the mountains above everything, steady and unmoving
his hair was the open sky, endlessly beautiful
and his lips were the softest and most beautiful of flowers that were best felt with your eyes closed
He was the most beautiful of landscapes that could never be captured.