A boy's way of loving is the bird chirping obliviously
While a catapult is aimed at its head
A boy's way of loving is the explorer treading the land of the dead
A boy's way of loving is the novice playing with a C4
A boy's way of loving is childishness smeared with ignorance
And baked in an oven of stubborness
A boy's way of loving is with his heart on a plata of gold;
Loving his rose flower straightforwardly
Without complexities or complications.
A boy's way of loving is straight as a die, without bends.
A boy's way of loving is loyalty until the night gets fractured
And loyalty is paid with deceit;
Then a boy's way of loving is like a man.
This depicts my own understanding of young love until deceit sets in and the line between love and hate is crossed.
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