Just a boy.

Only dreams can tarry

the heat of my desire

I shadow them with philosophy

the logic they inspire

But forbidden from rea h

a dream so loving of you

no logic, no philosophy

only my wishes of truth

Now tears tarry my beliefs

my ultimate passions

my dreams turn morbid, surrealist fashions

I wake with shudders

and fears that must not be

For I am the idealist

the type to see with three

and you, the object of my lust,

you, the heat in my fire

you, the focus of my dreams

you, the one in my desires.