That face of innocence,
Those eyes full of care;
Words full of promise,
And expression and flair...
A mind that creates-
Thoughts of touching the sky;
Upon wings of ideas,
That spread and soar high...
Arms full of warmth-
And a loving embrace;
But never do they lack,
In strength or in grace...
A heart so pure-
As the first drop of rain;
Its love, a cure so strong,
That can erase any pain...
His world's untouched,
Unblemished by life...
Kept in a globe of glass,
That try as i might-
Cannot but touch,
Or go too close;
For if I be a thorn,
Then he, the rose...
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