The Boy on Brightwood Drive

Have you met the boy
Who lives on Brightwood Drive
If not, you've much to learn
Of the boy whom I've implied
His head adourned with curls
His step is touched with dance
His heart is full of song
His voice with skill enchants
I have met his hands
The softest things I know
I have met his eyes
His gentle heart they show
I have met the boy
Who makes me more alive
And I still dream of him
The boy on Brightwood Drive