You

Oh, you child, you are my best creation. I have raised you inside me, not as a mother, but as a lover.

Oh, you, young mate, you have been modelled in poetry by a storming love. You grew up inside our life but your presence was unreal to me.

You, mature man, you are now a stonned profile in iron built. But inside, I can see we both, young forever, the same hopes we had so many time before, of being together in a new age, building our own story.

So, I cherished your soul, I love your body, I fall in love over and over with the sound of your voice, I love the expression that comes from you, your expression of a lost undesired fool. But that doesn't become you. You are the last precious soul, the brigtness of this world, and I love, admire you. 

Please, don't say any words, don't take all my words for true for mostly they don't deserve you. Truly.