By sweet sixteen his heart was mine,

I remember the day we became entwined

by walking, talking, being young,

initials in the

His heart lies on a bed of ashes

Awaiting resurrection

Like a golden phoenix rising

To the occasion…

Or to temptation.

His heart is Gold

His mouth is fire
But I may add
They are rubber bullets

So don't let
Your ears worry
You

Just go and cuddle
The

The lonely song of a Loon.

The bright colors of a balloon,

The perfection of a silver spoon,

And the glow of a full moon.

His heart so pure, kind and sweet so divine its kind of neat .To hold him in the arms of mine ,together we kiss as the sun