that boy.

There was once a boy,
who had a face as pure as the colour white,
who had a name as special as a newborn baby,
and who had a laugh which was as addictive as oxygen.
This boy did something to my heart,
he touched it without being here,
he spoke to it without being near and he stole it without never knowing,
I didn't mind, that a part of me was missing,
cause I knew it was safe with him.
I thanked him for teaching me about life and love,
I thanked him and sometimes I looked above,
I'd see the sky, the clouds, the stars, the sun and the moon and soon,
I knew he was watching,
he was always watching.
This boy was special, though we hadn't met.
This boy was special, though we hadn't yet spoke.
This boy was quick, as quick as a bullet,
one minute he was here and the next he was gone,
time went by slow, the world was slow moving,
everything I had ever known was being tested,
I knew what I felt and I liked it,
This boy said no more, people still spoke, they wanted answers,
in vain they tried but still nothing was spoke.
This pure, special, addictive boy was a love that started fast and finished faster.
It lasted years without us both knowing,
but finished quick and left me yearning for the love,
the love I had once known,
the love I had once found in that boy.