Cumulus cloud dancing in the shape of a brooding storm, look at him.
My Little drummer boy centered in an orchestra of seraphim.
innocent in the eyes, how soft his skin.
Touch me so I may touch you,
Your lips are soft so please press them to mine-
Cupid's bow to Cupid's bow, love is blind,
Unsuspecting.
Roses bloom and their thorns bind.
His hair