The Child In Him
I loved the child in him
so innocent and sweet
The mischief in his eyes
the blush upon his cheek
The tender way he spoke
that showed me that he cared
The touch of his warm hand
that gently touched my hair
The smiles that we shared
that filled my life with glee
For when I was with him
I found the child in me
Jean Gabor
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Harry was tickling me unmercifully, acting so childish, but I guess that’s what I loved about him. Acting so innocent and sweet when really he wasn’t-- I could see the mischief in his eyes.
“Harry stop it! Please stop!” I giggled.
“No,” he said simply; tickling me still.
“What do I have to do to get you to stop?” I yelled.
“Kiss me.” He said absentmindedly. After he realized what he said he stopped tickling me--he blushed--a sweet pink blush.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered tenderly and caring, “I'm so sorry y-you wouldn’t want me…”
I took his hand in my own and kissed it.
“Who wouldn’t want you?” I murmured. He ran his fingers through my hair; I smiled at his blamelessness. “You don’t know how happy you make my life do you?”
“I do?” he asked babyishly.
“Yes,” I answered; I smiled playfully then tickled him.
“Hey! No fair!” he chuckled.
“Yes, fair! You get to be immature so, so do I!” I laughed, “ You’re the one being silly!” I stopped tickling him, after he surrendered.
He sighed--I turned to him; looked into his pure emerald eyes. The urge to kiss him was too strong. Finally, I gave in to his powers and we kissed. His tender lips upon my own--the warmth it brought me. It felt like there were fireworks above us. I guess I loved him for the child in him--but even more for the child he brought out in me.
"I guess being childish isn't such a bad thing after all." He said laughing, I just shook my head and kissed him again.