He was a boy of weakened steel,
Pain and anguish he often would feel.

But he loved a boy, who centered him here,
Who coaxed him through love and soothed his fears.

And that same boy often wondered,
If he deserved—by such love—to be thundered.

But then he realized he felt the same,
Felt that he was insignificant, deserved all blame.

But that defines love, in one specific way,
Through tragedies and heartbreak, it never sways.

And though it can be battered, and bruised by life,
True love survives all of that strife.

The boy’s heart was incredibly sore,
But he can now label that time of his life “before”.

“Before” he found him and fell in love,
“Before” he knew that safety was a dove.
“Before” he knew that dove was a boy,
One with, whom, his life could unfurl.