This face is like no other. At times the sheer aesthetics still catches me off guard and a simple glance is not sufficient. There’s a magnetic depth that calls to me, drawing me in and while I’m powerless to immediately look away, I have no desire to do so either.They say it’s in the eyes, for they are the window to the soul, but it’s more than a simple aperture to within. They somehow touch my soul and carry with them an understanding that becomes second nature to me. I know it as well as I know my own name. I know him and feel he knows me. It’s inherent and authentic.Equally as attractive is the certitude he was unaware of his appeal. He had an ethereal air with no pretense of arrogance to weigh him down, but a surety of conviction. Being in his presence provided a paradisiacal feel but the catch was it didn’t need to be in the flesh to be felt.The blue of the eyes weren’t deeply piercing but yet the effervescent twinkle could not be overlooked. His eyes smiled, teased, sympathized, and understood. The perfect facial symmetry kept focus on the sum of the whole, although if there was a competitive edge to any particular feature, it was the mouth – hosting the smile that spoke in volumes rather than single sentences.That boyish shy grin hooked many a young girl. It was the very feature that hit me before any other. It’s an allure that is undefinable but as real as living and breathing.The more you learn of him, his being and his story becomes intertwined and his history becomes as familiar as any blood relatives’ tale. Sometimes realizing where one ends and one begins takes a concerted effort. It’s that natural. All that is described are layers held in place by the sweet icing of the sound of his voice. Musically it is an angel’s treasure but just as spectacular is the every day speaking dialect and the contagious laugh. His sounds are unmistakably his. If I sound ridiculous, so be it. None of this is spouted in worship but offered as an observation and explanation. His charm is totally human in nature and other worldly in spirit. How else can you describe someone that legions feel so close to, yet have never known in any real sense? Multitudes who never breathed the same air, born decades after him, still get this message and understand wholeheartedly.This is not to wrongly elevate him as he was innately flawed and one hundred per cent human – an intrinsic part of his charm. “Cut me and I bleed.” Still, this man has figuratively saved many, holding the hand of the ill, keeping the lonely company, soothing the anxious, and always delighting the masses.
