A Litany of Titles

He of lover’s eyes;
He of the sun-streak dreadlocks;
He of blue nightfall.

A Son’s Admiration

For the grand, heart-shaped antlers,
For each tip sharp as defending swords;

For his daredevil smile,
For the hearts it leaves shattered behind it;

For the hot thunderstorm of his angry roar,
For the warm breeze of his tender breath;

For the brave ship-prow of his chest,
For the might thrust of his shoulders as he walks;

For the strength of his entwining neck,
For the solid rocks of his warm sides;

For his passion, which allows him to fight
For those things that glow like candles in his heart

Cannot be lost or made to fade;
Cannot be overstated.