Island child, you cry,
Life-despised, but Fate
Has a cheek softer 
To offer your state.

Raw and flawed, its law
Does slaughter us all
In the end, but grants
Glances ere we fall.

Alas, castaway,
The mast passes on.
The blank horizon
Reminds you what's gone.

Yet a treasure more
Precious invests life,
One you've never seen,
The meaning for strife.

Nothing such as him
Came under your view,
And never has he
Seen glee but in you.

Your own loneliness
No one showed akin
To, his aloofness
The same proof within.

Island abiding
In your sigh; inside
His ear or his heart
Something starts to guide.

You hoped to be close,
But no one approached.
He wasn't enthused
Until you were broached.

His aim was to play
The same game as you
When he saw the face
That paced his heart's cue.

Your deep, sleepless eyes
Leap from their rich seats.
He sees what could grow
From their woe as sweet.

The mystery's thrill
Stills your breath but throws
Your heart into throbs:
He thinks of us—those?

Can you see his need?
Why me? you ponder,
Until the doubts fly
While you both wander.

The forest's courses
You'll tour together;
On roots in the shade
You'll lay at leisure.

The trees' canopy
Reaches down, as leaves
Land within your lap;
Both laugh, both believe.

The classroom after
Hours when Math was done,
He and his guitar
Charming you with strum;

And his royal voice
Rejoicing in song
Is this prince's soul
You hold in your palm.

On the beach where each
Of you fell speechless
Seeing your bodies'
Hypnotic features.

The moon's rays breaking
On waves and on spray,
Each of his contours,
Conjures sparks of gray.

Lain on silver sands,
His pale muscles swell;
And his waist, so slim,
Casts a perfect spell.

For his part, his heart
Starts at your soft, dark
Eyes. Beneath the bright,
Starry night they spark.

Side by side from now
On, at night in bed,
Lying with his face 
Placed right by your head;

At dawn when his yawns
Sing songs while you rise,
He proves with his touch
So much of your eyes.