I never know what age you are turning into,
forever and always young and new.
Your bones may shatter,
your hair may grey.
But like a warrior better,
your hands will sway.
The beauty of the sharp jaw,
that million dollar smile.
A firm stand by the law,
in cute ways defined juvenile.
Up to brim, can’t love you more,
even in pain,you heal my wounds so sore.
Maybe I can’t gift you anything bigger,
but like peace in heaven, my love for you will always shimmer.
LIVING THE DREAM 