He was...

he was genuine and particular,

he was the world, he was galaxies,

he was the pleasures in life,

he was happiness in its whole,

he was day and night, sun and moon,

he was nothing yet he was everything,

he was the smallest of sparks, yet the biggest of fireworks,

he was more than a man, he was a concept, a sensation, a way of living,

he was winter, summer, spring and fall,

he was the purest of snows and the most delicate of daisies,

he was the chilly winter breeze and the warm kisses of the sun,

he was everything i could ever want,

but most of all, he was out of reach

- r. a. s.