I love that boy. Don't we all? He is the boy
That captivates our hearts without taming our souls.
He has no age but the natural age of joy--
Somewhere around five or eleventy.
You and I love him for his quiet childlikeness
And his happy musicalness that will always be
Fresh as his tousled sun-bleached hair.
He is the darling of every maiden heart,
Yet no one and he will ever make a pair,
For who could kiss a song? And who
Could wed the wind? To take Laughter
And Joy to have and to hold would be cruel.
He will never know the sorrow of love lost,
For all the world is in love with him.
Earth's favorite child he is, and unlike most,
He shall sit in the sunshine, not walk in the rain,
And his bright laughter and clear eyes will not fade,
So long as he can sing. And he will not feel pain,
For he is ever a child, and the problems of the mundane
Adult world shall never bear down upon him.
He is enraptured by every word, amazed by every game,
And we who have seen it all envy him his child's eyes.
He is the love that blooms in all seasons,
Unselfish, without jealousy. That boy will never die.
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