He is innocent of lifes deceitful arms
and swirls to the breeze of natures sounds....
He is laughter and smiles that charm
and with every new word his gifts of love are found....
He is holy and quiet yet proud
and when he cries it can make rain from cloud....
He is special and so very sweet
and his dreams have just begun
to mark the of his future street.
He is what we should study
in a must be taken class....
He is the answer to all the questions
a world could ever ask....
He sits alone
Facing crossroads unknown
He is searching
Like notes do a tone....
He is aware
Of what others don't see
For he is truly
A master of mystery....
Masks are hidden
Words can play
But being wicked leaves trails
That knock on today....
Look deep into my eyes
See what my soul sows
Touch every part of my heart
With the magical love you show
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