This is a story. A story about a young boy, who loved, to love.
It was his birthday.
His baby sister came home.
His best friend had come to the party.
That fateful Thursday night was about to end.
The Blossoms in the vase were his collection of the day.
A special stamp pin on his collar, he had made for his project.
An assortment of mats in the back-yard, his preparation for the party.
The trellis over-head was hidden beneath the Helium and glitter filled balloons.
His father sat on the dice, playing his Lute on his son’s favorite song.
All he loved were right there around and upon that round table.
The dying sun dyed his heart with the colors of the dusk.
His eyes shone, with unbridled love and glee.
He had protected the grass with mats.
His pin was now pocket-safe.
He smiled at everyone.
All he loved.