My dear boy
One of the
Hardest things to
Understand is the
Responsibility to others
That you have
Simply being who
You are yourself
To you you’re
No big deal
Young or old
But oh to
Others you’re an
Example of who
They might wish
To be never
Underestimate the gift
That you are
To the world
The root of
Lover is love
Love that’s expressed
In the eyes
Mirror that’s heard
In the voices
Laughter and felt
In the arms
Embrace love is
The verb while
Lover the noun
But in my
Case you are
Proper spelled Lover
You’re my capital
L
For me laughter
Is the precursor
To a kiss
Like paper and
Ribbon is the
Lure to the
Surprise inside keep
Making me laugh
And I will
Rain upon you
As many kisses
As jokes that
You can tell
All that these
Poems to you
Are but simply
Words whispered into
Your ears for
All the world
To hear yet
Only you can
Really feel them
Offered with the
Breathy humidity of
Our silent passion
As we climb
The peaks of
Each other then
Leap like eagles
Flying on thermals
Easily Heaven bound
The memory of
You hangs around
Me like netting
Warding off the
Bugs of despair
Your aroma stays
On my shirt
Like invisible stains
That only I
Can see reminding
Me of that
Last hug before
I boarded the
Train taking me
Away from you
Traveling watching clouds
Outside the window
Reminds me of
Us as we
Danced the midnight
Away deep in
Your bed our
Love lighting up
Your room like
A bright moon
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 