This is a pantoum, a form with rhyming, repeating lines. Happy Birthday to my one true love, who is true, true, true ❤️ Happy Birthday, Mario
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| Mario, school picture, age 8 |
Pantoum for Mario
You’re the boy in the magnet frame, eight years old:
half-smiling, ready, eyes filled with stars.
and too much of the beauty and strength to behold—
I run to you, lover, with open arms—
half-smiling, ready, eyes filled with stars.
When I lose my place, dizzy in oceans of doubt,
I run to you, lover, with open arms—
A man I could never be whole without
When I lose my place, dizzy in oceans of doubt,
You are there, in our language, with shadowless praise
A man I could never be whole without—
who aims true, and keeps pure all of his ways
You are there, in our language, with shadowless praise
and you grew to be purposeful, loving, and bold—
your tested aim, true, in the truest of ways
from the boy in the magnet frame, eight years old—
