The Boy Next Door To the Man I Adore
The sun radiates my face
when I think of the place
the boy next door
the silly smile on his face
the jersey he wore
on the basketball court
to his tight fitting pants
as we danced on the floor
the finest looking brother
a true friend, not my lover
my mind often wondered
as we became less younger
like the forbidden fruit
we have love for one another
and every so often
paths do cross
that man in the suit
I knew would be you
the boy next door
to the man I adore
a man of decision
that towers with vision
the oldest of three brothers
has the walk of his father
and as each time we met
his vision had grown taller.
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2016
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