Another Kind Of Love Poem by Anne Matilda

She has known him
Since she was an infant
Seeing a sudden whim
Simple as breaking a heart
Sarcasm, verities and being reticent
Singing freedom with the flexible utterance
Solemn young boy purely innocent
She'd be different unless his existence
Sometimes in the peak of thinking weirdly
Such an attitude makes his dignity
Sweet hugs can be counted easily
Still the inner love's ideal for infinity