Let me tell you a story
a story of a boy with a heart of gold
his ways so different, his fashions old
with a mere gaze,
he could steal your breath away
he could fill colors
into everything that's gray
like molten sapphire,
his self is pure
his very glimpse
is my heartache's cure
he who lives in the land of peace
whose presence would touch you
like morning breeze
born in the month of August
oh, all that salt air and the rust
dare I once more ask for his trust?
Let me tell you a story of a boy
whose hazel eyes bring me joy
a story of a boy with a heart of gold
For love's sake, his stories must be told
©zuriasays
Z