There\'s a secret enclosed within his lips
And to liberate it, I must steal a kiss,
His body is music; with fine-tuned skin
Encasing the sinew and beauty within.
Clavicles hollow, in which there might grow
The seedlings of hope, of all our tomorrows;
There are silver hairs, though he\'s too young for grey -
I find new things to love about him every day.