Ah, Innocent Boy
A virgin's passion,
too intense and so inflamed,
burning quickly than the silent, blazed sunset...
slowly dying as she plucked the small petals
of the prettiest daisy,
but quickly fell from her hand; lost never to hold again.
Sparrows migrated South,
but butterflies labored hard;
footprints so intact:
an unsaid farewell!
Ah, innocent boy,
deceived by tenderness,
profoundly confused by
the little joy so unfelt;
ah, innocent boy, don't ever tell!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2008
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