he says in the summer when the sun shines on his face, he hates it because he doesn't like the way the sun sparkles its shine on his face to his nose, to where you can see the freckles on his face right above his cheek, it's like little angels kissing him with love. i tell him, how much i love them everyday, they are a part of him he hates but they make me love him twice as more. -b.m
i wrote this poem about a boy i met in the middle of June.