The boy I love

Is strong

Even when I am weak

Is caring

Even when there seem to be no hope

Is loving

Even when I am unlovable

Has a smile that brightens my world

Like how the moon illuminates cold winter nights

Has strong arms, and calloused hands

But the softest touch.

Has cold looks, and dark thoughts

But the warmth of his love lingers long after he is gone.

The boy I love has dimensions no one can see

The boy I love is still a mystery to me.