A Son
A loss of words I sit and think as to what I say
Maybe kings don’t have descriptions
Maybe his rank is to high for me to even put in words.
If heaven be real then his tickets are made of gold
And if hell be real then he will be the hero to defeat all evil.
He is mighty.
His mind is stronger than any lion hunting for food.
His thoughts are smarter than any encyclopedia.
As the clouds turn purple and lightning strikes the sky
His smile remains intact.
He is fierce.
He is the diamond we all wish we had.
He holds the eyes of God.
He is a king.
Copyright © Jennifer Valentin | Year Posted 2009
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