His hair twirls in such a pattern,
his mole so small;
stands out to me.
His eyes so big and brown...
his heart so empty and sad.
He doesn't speak , only looks.
Someone had taken that happiness from his heart
so he keeps it locked up.
He tries and he tries
but never says a thing,
waiting for happiness to be that "thing"
in his heart again.
                                               yours truly,
                                                                  . . .