Friday, September 30, 2011

Liam

A sword at his side
looking ahead
always ready
alert and prepared..
A million ideas
perfectly ordered
comprehended in depth
ready to share..
A sense of humour
sharp as a blade
a hand on the trigger
of irony and wit..
A spirit of love
always aware
nothing escapes
his sense or mind..
He is brilliant,
a wonder..
His heart beats
like a lion's,
gentle and kind..

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