A perfect angel.

Sweet intentions, a lovely smile.
A kindly heart, never vile,
Hid the truth, spoke no lies,
Innocence in the eyes.

Caring, protective,
Ever so supportive.
Trust-worthy,
Deserves the trophy.

Love so simple, so true,
A brilliant, radiant hue.
Faithful, never wishing for more,
Everyday, lifts up the bore.

Beauty in the lines,
Twirling around like vines,
Thoughful, expressive,
Words always impressive.

Every group a page,
Every person a different image.
The day so bright,
Yet actually hates the light.

A supreme mix of night and day,
A balance of work and play.
Not a plastic toy,
But a real human boy.

Not a proud peacock,
Not skin pierced by a fork.
But a person with feelings,
Never one to do dealings.

He treats everyone the same,
Be it a master or a dame.
Fair and just,
Never gives out dust.

A gorgeous face,
Gentle and warm grace.
Always looks on the brighter side,
Will not fall when hit by the the tide.

A person so pure,
Harsh winters he can endure.
Not a cold paragon,
Yet he would never be gone.

From my heart, I express,
Not in great distress,
To a person, good and giving,
Who is ever-forgiving.

He is an angel in the world,
Yet I cannot put him in a word.
Compassionate, a person of integrity,
I feel he's some sort of nobility.

Alas, the poem will stop,
It will finish will a pop,
He is not just a great friend,
And the list can never end.