Apple, orange and pear of my eye.
Who’d have thought it?
A tiny egg and Olympic tadpole
Could become this joy
My beautiful boy
Of all the lives in all the world
You came into mine
The start of a beautiful friendship for sure
But one that’s just so damn pure
‘Break your arms when they’re young and your heart when they’re old’
Or so I was endlessly warned
Pah!
Your mass was never a burden to bear
And without it there’s a hole…. just…. there
I don’t need this absence to make my heart fonder
I couldn’t love you more
But being without you kills me every day
And I so wish you could stay
But what we have is golden
And every smile makes the pain worthwhile
You’re a right royal pain in the ass
Daddy’s boy perhaps? No, you’re in a different class
I don’t know how I lived before you came
And in truth I don’t really care
Like my heartbeat you’re always there
Vicarious? Well maybe so if I knew what that meant
All I know is there might just be a God
Cos you were truly heaven sent
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