In regal robes, young John appears,
A monarch in his tender years.
His beauty, a celestial fire,
Ignites the hearts with pure desire.
Behold, fair John, a radiant star,
In every gaze, a realm afar.
His visage carved by angels' hands,
A masterpiece, where beauty stands.
In twilight's glow, young John appears,
A melody that soothes all fears.
His laughter rings like silver chimes,
A sonnet sung in perfect rhymes.
Through fields of dreams, young John does tread,
A vision painted, shades of red.
His countenance, a canvas rare,
A masterpiece beyond compare.
In youth's embrace, our John does shine,
A golden crown, a realm divine.
His eyes, the jewels of untold tales,
A kingdom where true beauty hails.
Through whispered winds and moonlit skies,
Young John, a feast for longing eyes.
His glory echoes, far and wide,
In tales that time shall never hide.
In elysian realms, our John does roam,
A regal soul, a beauty's home.
His smile, a sunbeam in the dark,
A lighthouse in love's radiant arc.
Behold, the mirage of majestic might,
In John's allure, a splendid light.
His beauty, a symphony's refrain,
A kingly presence, free from chain.