A poem for Kyle

Trembling yet soft hands held again.
Like our whispers with out anyone to hear.
With the quiet pattern of the rain,
With you to take away my fears.

Until we lay quiet as a butterfly,
When we’re brittle and stale.
Wipe away the tears we cry,
Until we’re snow pale.

Even then you’ll be young
We’d never change at all
Still sing those songs we sung
Together even if we fall

Both lively still
In no need of medication
With out a single pill
Forever admiration

With everything you’ve ever said
Your words carefully chosen
Pastel pink cheeks turn Rose red
Wish that we could just be frozen

Myself nervously shaking
Meeting eyes we see inside
Both knees quaking
While tender lips collide.