a boy
hair as black as raven
skin as fair as September's beach
smiles as lovely as the warm spring
honest at fault
kindness at heart
a miracle
one that i can truly call mine
it doesn't matter if he's non-athletic like me
but he always makes people pleasant of him
a young man with humorous wits
i've been dreaming of you
many many times
sometimes i even day-dream
what it would feel to finally meet you
it would be enough to call you mine
a son in my dreams
a son in my heart
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