In a world of mysteries and tales untold,
There’s a question that lingers, bold and old.
Why always him? the whispering voices say,
A unique soul, blazing through life’s highway.

He strides with a charisma, unmatched and bright,
A spark in his eyes, an eternal light.
Through triumph and turmoil, he takes his stand,
A magnetic force, guided by fate’s gentle hand.

Why always him? the enigma they seek,
A colorful palette, on a canvas so sleek.
His laughter echoes, a symphony of joy,
Unveiling secrets, no one can destroy.

In every chapter, a new story unfolds,
His heart a tapestry, rich with tales untold.
He dances with the stars, paints dreams in the sky,
Leaving footprints of wonder, as the world walks by.

Why always him? the curious hearts inquire,
A constant muse, setting their souls on fire.
He challenges boundaries, breaks through the norms,
An inspiration for dreamers, in all their forms.

Through the storms of life, he finds his grace,
An oasis of hope in a desert’s embrace.
Why always him? the question remains,
A beacon of hope, where hopelessness wanes.

In the depths of his spirit, a courage resides,
Defying limits, where mere mortals divide.
He breathes life into moments, ordinary or grand,
Leaving footprints of passion, across time’s vast sand.

Why always him? Ah, the answer eludes,
For he’s a mystery, with no set rules.
A tapestry woven with threads of sheer bliss,
A puzzle unsolved, sealed with a tender kiss.

So let him shine, let his spirit roam free,
Embrace the wonder, the “him” that you see.
For in his uniqueness, we find a clue,
That within ourselves, lies magic too.

Why always him? Perhaps it’s a sign,
To seek our own light, our purpose, divine.
For we are all stars, waiting to ignite,
To illuminate the world, with our inner light.