Charming he was,
No one could say otherwise,
The waters raging instead of calm,
A million struggles he must have faced,
For all beauty comes with pain,

Golden arts were claimed by his hair,
A loving character just maybe,
A wonderland in his eyes,
Many call me crazy,

The glimmer in the eye,
The shadow behind his back,
He lay with his eyes closed tight,
The wonder of his charm,

The love the way his laugh,
Could put a birds song to shame,
The way his smile,
Could blind even the sun,

But all beauty comes with pain,
That I could not see,
He had a battle,
Between who he was,
And the man he wanted to be,

But now he lay dead,
But nothing charming is ever lose,
For all pain causes beauty,

I finish him off,
With a swipe of my brush,
I call in for them to take him away,
They close the casket tight,
And off they take him,
To his grave,
His final resting place,

A million struggles he must have faced,
For all beauty comes with pain,
But nothing charming is ever lost,
For pain causes beauty