You are like a butterfly, once caged, now free
your smile is the Autumn's turn
Your voice is a sing song of a salsa step
you are like the stories that she told to soothe you every night
you are the churning of a new melody
Your hands are a time capsule as if it was stolen and lost in time
you are like the ticking of a clock, mission in hand
You are like glass that only really shines in the light of sunset
you are bright in nearly a literal sense
you are like a child set out to play under freshly fallen snow that you only now have seen
I remember hearing of the days of old,
you were always before my time, older than me
It only takes me a second until I can see what the stories say
I've never met your mother in the most maternal sense
I've only heard the stories and saw a woman that was more of a warrior than a soft relief
I know she's more;
your stories say so
I can only imagine what that was like for a woman with no parents,
someone who raised themselves and suddenly had two kids to raise
I know of him,
your old playmate,
he really did seem to like you then
as my father tells me
I know I've seen the pain in your eyes and in your mother's
that you, both, try to hide
I understand that my father
has done terrible things
and yet it's hard to separate the late past with the current times
I hope that you'll forgive him one day
while I do so,
I find myself more infatuated with you
"The past is the past"
as they say
Let's look towards our futures beyond it
and I should stop here and tell you,
because you rightly should know
as you read this that
You've become so much more to me than a simple list
I hope that we can have the bright future that
many, like us, haven't had
I love you, Feliciano,
and I'll hold my breath for your words this day.