You're Cayden Smith when you sign the dotted line.
You're Smithy to my brother,
The Smith to my mother,
Just "that boy" to my grandpa,
Who forgot your name.
You were Sayden in high school
When you passed my desk.
You're my baby when we're playful,
Babe when we're serious,
Sweetheart when I hope you made it home.
Cutie when I want you,
Sheepy when you're tired.
Berry when you speak so sweetly.
Walking over to greet me,
Holding my hand unnecessarily discreetly
When at my family's house.
Naturally flushed strawberry cheeks
To match your name.
My closest friend, forever---
My Berry Baby.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
You're Cayden Smith when you sign the dotted line.
You're Smithy to my brother,
The Smith to my mother,
Just "that boy" to my grandpa,
Who forgot your name.
You were Sayden in high school
When you passed my desk.
You're my baby when we're playful,
Babe when we're serious,
Sweetheart when I hope you made it home.
Cutie when I want you,
Sheepy when you're tired.
Berry when you speak so sweetly.
Walking over to greet me,
Holding my hand unnecessarily discreetly
When at my family's house.
Naturally flushed strawberry cheeks
To match your name.
My closest friend, forever---
My Berry Baby.
~Written for my lover~
