Boy

Did you know you are a beautiful boy
who plays amidst the haunted stones
of Love's sweet memories?
And if you didn't know that
I thought I should tell you so,
and, also, that you're my heart's own
song.

Oh, come! Oh, come!
Drink freely from the sweet cup
of present tense,

for there is no wall to climb;

there is no fence,
and if you would recall to mind --
you are the dream I was hoping I would find.

Did you know you are a beautiful boy
whose heart no joy I can deny?

By: Lesa Kay Lane. ARR.