Asunder from the enigmatic world,
Into springs of potential.
A gift, a blossom not yet budded,
Equally unique and of one mind.
Giving by desire and not requirement.
Potential for beauty or destruction.
But not the kind of onus you think.
Rather a gift of mystique nature itself, I assume, is a man of potentiality.

Inspirational beauty he craves,
Passionate desires he posses,
Filled with creative dreams,
He yearns for success.
And for him nothing unviable.
But hey....I tell you,
It ain't some daunting thing
Dreaming to become.
It's you that exists
Underneath the clutter.

I knew not love,nor it's excistence.
What a person I have been,
A life not so well at a glance.
But such a gift I have seen
All in your cheerful presence.
Making my teen so keen.
A gift of love for me to rejoice
And for beautiful memories to happen.

Never have I thought in my mind
That a love of such a kind,
Could be there for me to mend
An enemy to my friend.
A noble deed a endurance,
Just for me to experience.
A simple way to keep you near
And for me to astray pain and fear.