What You Are

I love every freckle, hair and mole on your body.

I often feel a sort of heartache at times.

When I'm overwhelmed by you.

You're sweetness. Innocence.

Which is ebbs ad flows.

One of those boys so filled with their own boyness.

exceeded since childhood.

In walking, talking, in every thing that you do.

Every move you make.

Full male mode.

That the appearance of sweetness.

Catches me off guard and I melt inside.

Fills me with some kind of awe some kind of pity.

Which could be what love is made of.