The boy I love
The boy I love
Is strong
Even when I am weak
Is caring
Even when there seem to be no hope
Is loving
Even when I am unlovable
Has a smile that brightens my world
Like how the moon illuminates cold winter nights
Has strong arms, and calloused hands
But the softest touch.
Has cold looks, and dark thoughts
But the warmth of his love lingers long after he is gone.
The boy I love has dimensions no one can see
The boy I love is still a mystery to me.
This poem is about:
Me