Standing in the sun a figure of majestic beauty
A commander with a heart of gold Where all the memories of him depict a divine kindness never to fade or decay.
For it is he and only he, a unique character of quintessential beauty
An annum or decade may pass by, Yet the enchantments of his serenades will remain
Never to fall into distain or disarray With ease and calm he will command his brigade
Resolve and console through any tragedy
For it is he, a unique character of quintessential beauty
Though he will never see or acknowledge the degree of beautiful harmony his presence possesses
And never will it be confessed or expressed to he
The secrecy will remain eternal and true.
Like he, a unique character of quintessential beauty….