Golden Boy

Oh dear, sweet little man-child,
Golden Boy of so few adult years,
How you do make me smile,
Creating sparkling laughter from my blue tears.

Such a darling tender, loving soul
You have so deep within your young heart.
It steals the telling lines from my face,
And obscures the years keeping us so far apart.

I feel like an innocent teenager again
When I shyly take your strong, able hand in mine.
I see the world so differently now,
With these new eyes you've salvaged from Time.

They call you a 'pretty boy', yes, I know.
You could be a successful model, it's true.
But then I'd be so sad again,
If once more my poor life was without you.

I wouldn't ever deign to call it 'Love'.
It's so much less, yet much more than just that.
I do feel a sort of affection for you
That's almost, but not quite, maternal, you brat!

Your own sarcastic brand of wit
Keeps me in stitches and on the tips of my toes.
You make me cry joyful tears of laughter
That often make me want to kiss you on your nose!

You bring such a lovely bright light
Into the pathetic, lonely dark of my sordid life.
Oh, how I wish you were older!
Your tender youth stabs my old heart like a knife.

Golden Boy, I'm just dreaming, darling
Of the day when we've known each other a long time.
Maybe then you'll finally be ready
For me to gaze into your azure eyes and make you mine.

Until then I'll wait most patiently
And savor your sweetly gentle kisses for me.
How shamelessly I do yearn for you,
Young Golden Boy, so far between and few.


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