Optimal wind!
Eyes of innocent sails.
Clear as chestnut
rubbed by the sky.
Bright as rain
striking the ocean.
Mark, with a smile
that unfolds like roses.
A face that expresses itself
beyond words.
Quick as light
darting through trees.
To tears, his sensibility.
Be happy! Be happy!
For all the toys in his life.
I got that from Christmas!
For his favorite holiday?
My birthday!
His favorite expression.
I love you!
So it is in his first few years.
The most often sound he makes,
laughter.
Restored to the ages,
innocence,
in the incomparable sweetness
of an incomparable boy,
for whom,
everlasting is not long enough.