I like this boy
who works too hard
and sleeps too little.
He's confident and charming,
with a ridiculously loud laugh,
but a soft speaking voice.
When he smiles,
When he cries,
I want to hold him until the world caves in.
Because people like him
live under the luck of a shooting star.
His dreams will come true.
His determination and preservation alone
will see to this.
This boy whom I love,
he's wacky and brilliant.
But most of all,
when I look at him
I don't see a skinny, fragile boy with bigger dreams.
I see a gold heart that shines out onto everyone who has the luck to know him.
The butterflies that have become a permanent fixture when he's around.
This boy, I love him with all my heart.