So gentle meek in spirit yet wild and free but woe unto those who judges he
Beautiful heart that soars in the night casting the sonnets of love into flight
Words are so kind for his pen is so quick he conquers them all for how he has wit
Many will say he is a great many will tell that he does not hate, love his only nature
Solitude finds him on rainy days where he lays so comfortably in his childlike ways
The wild eyed boy who sees through everyone with kindness seeking equality for all
With strong character giving his all a brilliant writer and lovely lad, a friend to have
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