Little boy
I never asked for
my, how you impress.
Your sugary smile
eye’s soft and big like Keane’s,
skin the color of cocoa butter
brown curls on your head
to soak in the sun.
Good enough
more than good enough.
Blooming with love
spread swiftly like the wind.
Heal me with your laughter
teach feeling with your touch,
and also with your frown.
Little boy
I must confess
my, how I do love you.