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Beauty is in the eye of this beholder,

for the iris of my eye is a colorful claim to my behelding of

someone older.

Someone older   Someone bolder

Be my new insightful molder.

Promise to be a warm blanket when life around me gets colder

and of your knowledge I'll most surely be a promising holder.



Your uniqueness shines with light of ancient Egyptian gold mines,

beaming through a mental barrier of sarcastic thorns and vines.

The mental purpose of this barrier of vine was to hide my thoughts of you as a sip of a century's-aged wine.



Simplistically,

I'll just flirtatiously reveal that I think you're SO DAMN FINE!



Truthfully,

I sometimes contemplate you as an adrenaline-filled sexual dine.



Most Definitely,

I proclaim your clever personality as truly divine.



With the whisk of my pen, you are now Perceptive Bronze

a name I shall evoke from the spirits of an affectionate seance.

Another color you have now become in my Brown Spectrum

symbolizing wise counsel and a complete sum.



A flowing river of nearly fifteen years

meanders a distance separating our different generational

frontiers.

This flowing river of years serves as a distinct line of legality

carved between us to ensure a state of formality.

I would rather drain this river of years

so you can embrace me in your arms and

guard me from your darkest fears,

making me cry a decade's worth of tears

that'll rain down water replenishing this ever-flowing

and annoying river of years.

A presiding law's line of legality;

This misapprehended state of formality.

Rebel forces drive and entice me

to cross this permanently-marked boundary.



Dear sweet sincere molder,

I am growing and the merciless chill of the world

is making my innocent aspects colder.

It's now time for you to wrap around me comforting blanket

so you may incubate my reasoning skills and watch them

develop to one day bless the warmth and thank it.

If only you knew how much you stay on my mind,

you'll notice that I supercede the average teenage kind.

Please don't allow my wild craziness to mislead you,

because it shadows an intellectual being who, in many ways,

mirrors you.



Perceptive Bronze,

to you I want to be more than just a playful game of magic wands;

For I desire to be your younger counterpart,

searching your mature heart

for any part

that'll be a quality benefit to the maturation

of my heart.



Perceptive Bronze,

to me you are that same attracting smile from 28 Saturday afternoon dawns.

Your natural vibe and earthy style

makes me stutter your name without the second-letter vowel.



Drink from me 17 shot glasses of youth fountain water,

while you teach me 31 life lessons that'll make me smarter.



Knowing you this past year

has kicked my deep-thinking into a higher-gear.

I greatly-anticipate this newcoming year

because I resolute to whisper more secrets to you with no fear.



For another day,

I'll save a cry on your shoulder if you don't object in nay,

a tight hug of love if you may,

and a kiss of your lips for a day

when you'll say

I'm old enough to be yours,

making forever my stay.