I Like He...

Sorry friends this is an epic one!

To be or not to be, that's the question I've asked he!
It says not how many moons ago you came to be.
To be or not to be thirty-six odd years I'd say
I know a nosy little beggar I am,
He did agree, the cheek of he!
But if one asks questions not how's one suppose to learn
About the boy the from across the seas
From distant lands horizons far
Deepest oceans, deep as his big brown eyes  :p
In the distance, you see he, looking into the horizon far
Dreaming away was he
He love's the open seas standing mesmerisingly
By the blueness it's immensity
In picture from, the oceans I send he.
Had I been a hundred years younger
I'd make a b-line for he
So full of fun he seems to be the boy from across the sea's
A kind heart he seems to be
Empathising with those that has less than he!
Really caring as far as I can see
He and I came to be friends a many, moons ago
I became attracted by he
The way he spoke an orator was he the usage of his language
As he fights for those that has less than he!
His name's Ruru, such an unusual name
I like him so full of fun is he...
I can almost see his face as I question he
Question after question might as well be
The Spanish inquisition
But if one asks questions not
How's one suppose to learn about he
A troubled soul's just like me!
Emotionally.
I love he, not in a lascivious way too old for He I'll be.
We're kind of kindred spirits Ru and me!
He'd call a spade a spade, but shovel comes to mind with me
I say what I think and mean what I say
Cringing he must be!
At times rather silly I can be, with the usage of my language
I like the boy from across the seas!!
Last night talking we'd be about everything
From what we eat what, we drink what we dream.
An artist the boy is & will ever be
To paint my doors I've asked he,
With dreamy frescos in the most unusual ways...
Must say surprised that was, me when he agreed,
With me! that he'd paint those doors for me...
But this thought came to me, this vision of the old boy's
Looking disapprovingly
Just like Victoria the Queen of old standing on her pedestal
Not very amused she'd be!
Falling from her perch most indignantly
Her face cracked would be,
But, me!  Thinks she misses her old boy her, love you see
From her life the fun went the day he quit the land, of the living
Now miserable as can be without anyone to play, with she!
But the boy Ru I love him you see,
Not in a lascivious way I say, oh no, no siree!
But, had I been a hundred years younger
I might just have given chase, he'd have not a leg to stand on, you see
The boy with the curly hair and big brown eyes...I believe,
For, I never into his eyes gazed I  :p
This is me dreaming his smile I can see,
As he laughs at my obtusity
For my words, I pick not embarrassingly when I ask of he,
Does he shut his eyes when making love, he'd be
I bet from his perch he'd fallen, laughingly
OMG...I could believe not asking such a question of he.
I laughed and laughed again the pain excruciatingly
Would love to have seen his face the reaction in he...
With He, asking what poison are you using?
He wanted the same as, me my eyes lit up!
You can not! besides, you're too far away from me
Two peas from the same pod we could be,
Pity am a hundred & three
We could kick butt together, with my steel boots I'd be
Oh my, a crock there wouldn't be left in the vicinity
Clashing like titans with the music playing
Bedlam it'll be if Ru and I
Ever were in the same vicinity
But I like he :p
The boy from across the sea's.
                   
                                    By Connie James