Twenty-fifth

Ever so persistent were your ways.

Slowly, drew on the days.

You sung shy songs of your heart,

You did not know where to start.

Ah, your tongue painted me red.

I refused to let you in my head.

Lips touched,

As hands do touch.

Maybe even more so,

Maybe, a little too much.

You were just a boy then.

Eyes of men; a rush.

With a heart felt crush.

But who be you today?

Willed were you to raise another's kin...

It could not be this way,

My heart was torn; it were only yesterday...

'Twas the days which followed;

My heart refilled for you.

I shall never forget

That faithful twenty-fifth.

As we held hand in hand;

In your eyes, I saw a Mann.

Author's Note

This honesty will be revised and lengthened... too tired... too frustrated now.