he told me her hair was auburn

her eyes sparkling topaz

when I asked who she was

he just smiled and waved a hand

he told me she was a friend

he told me she who he adored

his talk about her had no end

a vibrant melody stuck by a chord

and then came that day

where he ran to my side

telling me his feelings he wanted to say

his excitement he could no longer hide

then he ran to me again

tears streaming from his cheeks

said he told her what he felt by pen

sobbing as he speaks

I told him to calm down

I told him to make a poem

about his smile and frown

about the letters and the freedoms

into a poet he became

into a poet he was

he wrote about where he came

he wrote about what he saw last

now I see him growing

now I see he smiled

now I see him healing

from the past he was once beguiled