Many thoughts of him clamor my mind.
I am perplexed as to whether he is real.
Beautiful are his ways. Beautiful are our embraces.
Are you an actor whose skills causes this emotional catalyst to my soul?
Or are you my sweet baby, who in my arms I just want to hold?
During those moments when I let my longing consume, is it just me or can my sweet baby feel it too?
How can his hand in mine feel so right?
But these things are destined to change like day into night.
I have seen many masks thrown askew.
Sweet baby, I have nothing to prove.
Sweet baby, I want nothing but to comfort you.
With my wisdom, With my lips, with my hands, just like your being comforts me.
Sweet baby, you are flawed, but you are my version of what angelic is.
I am real, as you are real.
“You’re my latest, and my greatest, my latest, greatest inspiration.”