The Brave Little Soul
.
Brave
oh yes
the little soul
who kissed me
‘pon mine
aged lips
with out a second
thought
he kissed
and begged for
the longest
in return
*i should have explained 12years ago...sum knew me here i see; and at the time, mine little love...Noah. Hiz 3year old self (at the time) wanting to love hiz pops. Ya know, that wuz the first time in mine life that i realized; kissing wuz an inherent thing, an instinct uv love! ;)
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2010
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