Kind Boy

He is the Kind Boy, his heart as wide as all the oceans put together! His smile so gentle and bright sounds like a rainbow.
Melancholic he is, yes, poetic mind and blue deep eyes that scan the world.

I've watched you trying to attract attention playing soccer with an empty bottle of water during a sport lesson. I've observed you as you looked uncomfortable among the others, not daring to retie links with one who had been your friend long ago. I've caught you watching him, moving awkwardly like a shy butterfly. One hour later you were playing with him, sprinkling each other with water, under the fiery Sun.
I've watched you cry silently during French lessons, tears sliding on your red cheeks, and me beside you cried because of your pain, pain which source I did not know.
I've watched you laugh, oh delight, the sweetest sight is your smile and twinkling ocean eyes.

Your being calls to mine...Yet I am the transparency. Should I let you go and forget me? I will fade from your thoughts, from your dreams, from your memories. My existence will dwindle into the Nothingness of ghosts.

But I want to see you smile and hear your voice. Selfish. I want you to be happy.

Be happy, Kind Boy. With all my fickle strength I promise you a blissful life ;
You are a Treasure. You will find a keeper who will sew happiness into you.