Like stained glass

Bits of his beauty peered through him like broken pieces of sunlight, gently palming the earth's floor at his leisure. There were parts of him visible to those only blessed enough to see beyond what he gave at face value. I never understood him to be who he said he was, because all the while he introduced me to his character, I saw his light, luminous beyond measure. My over whelmed perception of him was that of what God intended it to be, before life robbed him of his innocence and melted his heart, I saw him, in all his glory. But I was too much of a mirror for him, life told him it was vanity when I was only giving him the truth and introducing him to the to the piece of him, I'd known all along.



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