He never grins, but he always smiles.
There to give people a little escape from the world for a while.
I was lucky enough to be part of his, in a world where time stopped and dreams lived.
Every ounce of me I would deliver to him, and I would happily give.
A class he holds as he wears the finest suit and tie.
A tease from the stage as the curtain would raise, he always knew how to soar the sky.
A kiss that filled the air in lights of yellow and blue that made the broken whole and the weary calm.
The warmth he would bathe you with from the lights above made you feel safe from any harm.
His hands were old, but they moved with such character.
He palms the pages of every script and breaths life into every actor.
He calls echo to the stalls and circles as even the softst word could perceived.
All that he is capable of is only as limited as your capacity to believe.
A twinkle in his eye that makes you long for his kiss.
The whisper of applause as the curtains fall brings you a delightful wish.
So much that you can feel, all in one place, a small space, and at masterful pace.
The world that he holds for me and the one I would chase to cradle my hands around his face.
My love, I believe in you, even if you never care to learn my name.
I always have and will hold you in high regard, even if you can't feel the same.
I only ask that when I pass, please give the dream that you gave me to others so they may cherish it as much as I cherish you.
Just be sure to tell them the words I have longed my whole life to hear from you: "Thank you, I love you too."
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