A Song of Gratitude

How would my lips roll out all the gratitude growing wings in my mind? How would I sprinkle all the affection as lilies on your mild face, fair one? For you... you, my baby boy, are the breeze that warms my face whenever fear's fierce, breath tries to sting me, your fragrance alone, flutter all the butterflies in my belly till my pores shoot praises to the sky, it's your windless waves that dragged me from inferiority's cage & set me on freedom's lane, and when i run... when insecurity strengthens my legs, i find myself in your embrace, cuddling my braids and placing my feet on freedom's lane, Again, This poem is to roll out a freckle, of the gratitude growing wings in my mind.