This is a man no other has yet seen. I want to keep him forever but he’s not mine to keep.
His face is new and young; what an angel I have found. This man is with no sin. His feet have never touched the ground.
I won’t let him go now that he’s seen me with those eyes and now when I look deeper, I can see that they are mine.
His cries are sweet and soft like his heartbeats in his rest. I feel his gentle skin ****** my own as I hold him against my breast.
I love him with all my body; my heart and chest, they ache. He gives me warmth and heat that I refuse to let them take.
This is a human, a human I have sold. He should be mine forever, but now I’m freezing cold.
I hope you can tell what this is about with me explaining but some people say I write obscurely. Also, I’m trying this new thing in poetry: punctuation! I’ve never liked using it before in poetry but now I’m kind of liking it.