He is his trees and their fruits,
He is the kiss that has never given,
He is his mouth and his bare hands.
He is the coast and the sea,
The boat that takes through life.
Their silent looks and their sunsets.
The symbol of his happiness and his innocence.
The symphony that God created for him.
He is the silent tenderness.
Of that kiss that never could return.
He is who arrived, forever.