Laughing & Loving

Before I crossed M.'s quiet threshold, 
I could not have dreamt the fire he held— 
A soul aglow with warmth and grace, 
A heart that softened time and space.

In his presence, kindness bloomed, 
A tender light that gently resumed 
The feeling I'd lost through passing years: 
A touch, a word, that drew back tears.

Such passion wrapped in gentleness— 
A gift, a truth, a rare caress.

One of the characteristics M. shares with me is his humor and young heart.
M. is always smiling, always laughing and the time with him was so much fun.
We laughed a lot together and sometimes he surprised me with real laugh attacks at situations, 
where it's usually uncommon to do. But that reminded me to myself of another life,
long time ago, where I had the same behavior and someone else wondered about it too.

back