He was always a polite boy as I recall him….
Will he always be that same polite boy with the sweet smile and gifted tongue of verse?
His refusal to let go and be sweet owns up to his nobility and strength as a young man….
as I recall the shy boy that he was, he’d always defend me no matter what the cause;
no matter what road I take….
He;
he will always be there;
my light; comforting and guiding me.
Tasting forbidden pleasures at the light of the full moon….
With black hair as autumn leaves fall onto the ground; and the deepest; most darkest eyes….
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