oh boy!
this man is no longer a boy.
my swollen eyes enlarge his naive demise
character, growth and grace advised
man oh man!
last night he sang
...
oh boy!
a combination of maturity and coy
if one day id see him fully- boyish and in maturity
i'd hold his hand and skip gayly
...
oh boy!
his song mystically renamed her to Floy
in response she'd grace his head with a string of flowers
one's she'd nurtured, sang over for endless hours
...
