To the voice of my heart

He tastes like London in winter time, as the cold, to where you always want to return.

His dreamy sky blue eyes were only created to look with despise, but his voice softens hearts. All his sins are forgiven.

Perhaps a hard childhood made him so special, but a problematic youth and a toughest adulthood, placed him among giants.

I will remember his face, his look, his pose, his power, most of his words and the sound of his voice, forever.

Thanks for all that you gave to me.

Live Forever.