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Now bold to keep hold
of child idle wishes,
when in all a boy's life
the bliss is true in kisses.
Verbose promises mostly misses.
What is corporeal is made real
in beloved eyes' appeal
yet just one is giving deepnesses,
heaven half realized in their weaknesses.
A sunken heart congeals.
Framed in little honest pictorial pieces.
Butch, such a well penned poem.........10+++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Saved! Rated 10+ and Love it! Thanks!