When his heart cries.

Everyday, while I'm here,

I can't help but see you;

think of you;

wish I could touch you;

hold you;

kiss you;

tell you that I miss you;

and love you.

I feel as if you have mesmerised me and seduced me;

and I love it and I love you dearly.

But why do you have to be so far?

And why do I have to be so young?

Why are you looking for love and I lust for you;

for your presence?

I am hurt.

I have been hurt.

I tried love and it failed.

And I am scared to ever love again.

I fear the decisions that I make.

Are they right or wrong?

The consequences deprive me of my man hood and leaves me to be a lost boy in a dark valley.

And here you are;

beautiful as you can be.

You give me hope.

But, am i good enough.

A poor boy who lives with his mother;

with no car, his means of transportation is the bus and the train;

who has been enrolled in a two year college for 3 years and has 2 more to go;

who puts school before work and can't keep a job;

and is now the father of an infant child?

My bad decisions account for me being unsuccessful and I accept my consequences and understand my responsibility;

but, what is a poor lost boy like me to do?

I want to say thank you for the joy you bring me.

You speaking to me today really enlightened my soul and brightened my day;

because, I am unworthy of any of your time and you allow me to be apart of your life all  day everyday.

I love you and may God bless you.

MWAH!!!