Eulogy For Friend

He is lionized with proper cause; he is flawless, deserving of compliments in such quantity to become white noise. Physically, he is near impeccable, yet when first meeting him, nothing spectacular is noticed. The more he is looked upon, the more that is found to admire. Indeed, he has his flaws, but only the obvious ones, only the insignificant ones. When one becomes proficient at gazing longingly into his beautiful eyes, it is as if an answer to a silent prayer is found.
His gaze is like a sword—carefully crafted, beautiful, and powerful. When his gaze meets rests upon another, it is felt deeply. If one is unlucky enough to have an aura which he considers distasteful, he might look through them—as if they were transparent—as if they were a reflection of something distasteful or mundane—as if they held no significance—as if they could fade, melt away right there and he would be unfazed. His gaze through others who he considers distasteful is
like a sword: it is capable of piercing through their sole. When becoming accustomed to him, in the phase before he accepts a proposition of friendship and gives his true trust, it is anticipated to become accustomed to the pain from his swords. It is usual to become addicted to the certain piercing pain that is a product of not knowing whether or not he approves. When his eyes turn away, it is turning the knife and the slice of disapproval leaves a gushing wound. Giving up is not an option considering that the rewards of his companionship transcend limitation. He is appeasing to a failing sense of control.
His smile is legendary.
He does not smile without reason, ergo his smile is genuine. It is sincere, warm, and old. It is unexpected that his smile would be old seeing that he is so young, but it is serene and timeworn as if it lived through hardships and fought to survive. It is kind, welcoming and submissive. His perplexing smile contributes to his enigmatic wonder, as his grin is knowing, comforting, and old, yet he is nice, submissive, and young. His smile is warm in that it warms him to smile, since he would otherwise be cold. His smile warms all who bear witness.
His divine excellence turns off time. One glance with his approval, and hours have passed. Never deceitful, he is pure of heart. He passively commands a permanent smile and supplies endless hugs. He will stay until the crack of dawn as a result of his caring nature. He is an excellent and understanding listener, and can handle any secret. Instinctively, he picks out resolutions. He is emotionally present and makes others feel better without a second
thought. He is an inventor of bewitchingly aesthetic moments. As a passive and humble sir, he is always navigating through the eye of the storm. A striking fellow, he falls subject only to his own high standards. He provokes internal dance, emits grace, and provides a sense of ultimate comfort. Each inhalation purrs with jubilance. Each exhalation brings euphoric blissful togetherness. If only he could behold his own divine pulchritude as it appears through the eyes of another, then he might truly be perfect.