He Knows Love

He was standing over there, up against the wall. At least six feet tall. And he loves to play ball, especially in the fall. When the leaves are auburn and green; where the tree's are calm and serene. He's a sight to see w/his muscular physique, and pretty teeth. With eyes of intoxication, and mounds of soft curly black hair. That'll make you stare and forget you're name. But you don't know the pain he's felt, and the harsh words that were dealt. You don't know the rain and thunder he's been under; that won't let go of him, that has a hold on him. So he smiles to cover up the insides' that slowly making him die. But he's fighting the fight, to make things right. So he may be allright. He doesn't want to go down the road of pain and sorrow that'll bruise you're tommorows. He wants to forgive, so he can live. He wants to be their to repair and love; with angels smiling from up above. He wants to feel and be felt. He wants to touch and be held. He wants to experience all that he's missed. Especially a loving hug and kiss, from someone whom he missed. And share his wear and tears of the day. All he wants is to be okay. So he may have brighter days and bluer nights, with stars in the sky. With the look of love in his eyes, and his heart is just fine.