The Man Boy Next Door...

The man, boy next door is like a balm to me!
Each time I see him I quiver within
I know when he's in when his lights shine through
Can help not but say how do you do!
I can see the light shine in his eyes
When he looks at me! Oh, my!
His face I touched, slightly so
With fingertips a touch, a caress, lightly upon his visage.
Remembering it felt like stars in my eyes...
My eyes could not disguise the look in his eyes...But!
The ambiguity, in my mind, there I must go not!
Ambiguously my minds telling me, so.
That the man, boy next door's not for me!
We talked so easily right from the start
Ambiguity inherently right on my mind
I mustn't whatever I'll start,
But the boy! Is stealing my heart
But the man, boy always on my mind...
We talk about everything right through the night
Oh, dear lord what have we started
I mustn't let the boy take hold of my heart
I mustn't play a part in stealing his heart!
I want not to weep in the dark
Wanting to feel his lips on mine
When am feeling  his arms about me
My hands touchingly...
Caressing his face with my eyes.
Yet we're so far apart the boy and I!
In his mind, taking hold of me I must let him not,
Thinking of me right from the start
With his eyes, his mind with his heart
The man, boy and I! stop we must...
I must nip this thing in the bud
I want not to hurt his heart...
He soothes my, mind my soul he's,
He's like a balm to me healing my mind my soul
He's a troubled soul, just like me!
To hurt the man, boy I want not I must not do.
Saying he has enough love for me for he
On my mind burning a hole!
With his eyes.
But he's making eyes at me!
The man, boy next door
As I gaze at him lovingly!
But, much too young he is for me!
There I mustn't go not indeed, I must not.
Oh please save me!
Thoughts in my head about, he.
Him I must let not, take hold of my heart!
The man, boy next door
Is not for me!
                          By Connie James