Tis' not a poem of his sparkling eyes

Nor tis' it of his hair catching the light

For i've never caught the shimmer of spring's cries

As romance is not my talents delight



Sometimes too clueless my complex soul shines

Most times too innocent to hear such noise

My heart fights to fuse amour so divine

Alas, tis' thwarted by candy and toys



My space to grow is dwindling with haste

Tis' fine by Peter's fabled wonderland

It's there desserts are arranged for your taste

Increasing my ignorance to take hand



So long as I remain frozen in time

No ones love can truly complete this rhyme