One Day
His eyes shine bright,
As day turns to night.
His voice bellows,
As the wind blows.
His laughter sounds,
As somewhere a deer bounds.
His gives one of his smiles,
That I swear could make the lame walk miles.
His face glows,
As my face turns to rose.
Though looking around,
There is no one to be found.
I am the only one to see.
Just as he only sees me.
Though one day,
I will put him to display
To display the boy,
Who has brought all my joy.
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