The word love
Is a very complex one;
Often times thrown around
far more often than it should be.
I knew the true meaning of love when
I first laid my eyes upon you
You were perfect.
Perfect in ways you could not even yet conceptualize.
I gave you life;
But, you became my life.
Your first word.
Your first day at school.
Moments that made life worth living.
One day you said you felt different;
You didn't feel like everyone else;
You'd felt this way for years
But this feeling was not just a feeling;
It was who you were.
The masses played with video games and played rough sports—
You were delicate.
Far more delicate than other boys.
You may not have played with the same toys,
But, hell, I still love you.
It only seems like yesterday,
You told me you had gone astray
From the normal social stigma
But you are still my little boy,
And, hell, I still love you.