Childish eyes
A warm cup of tea;
The book you’ve been wanting for a while;
Walking through the shallow part of the sea;
Seeing a happy couple walk down the aisle.
Listening to your favorite song;
Playing in the snow;
Finally seeing someone you haven’t seen for so long;
And rewatching your comfort show.
A gentle smile;
Soft curly hair;
A little pretty black lie;
And a starry sky that we share.
Sitting on the grass;
Watching the sunrise;
When he looks at you so full of love through the mass,
With those childish eyes.
A fully grown man,
Yet a kid at heart.
To look after you, completely still he would stand,
And as he looks at you, he calls you ‘art’.
While the whole world stands passive, he’ll take your hand to dance,
And he’ll persuade you to help him make angels in the snow.
You’d never be able to tell it by his stance;
By just looking at him, many don’t know.
He is so full of life,
And I swear…
Even on those days when there is very little in me,
I feel like his own, he would share.
