A boy's love

Part 1

There was once a boy with a heart so pure,
so gentle that tears would stream and pour,
At the slightest hug, the softest touch,
his soul would tremble, he'd feel so much.
Too pure for a world so harsh and cold,
he longed to understand the stories told,
ones of love that made him shiver and cry,
a feeling so rare, he wondered why.
"What is love?" he would often ask,
a question that hid behind every mask,
Why did it make him feel so light,
yet keeping him awake during the night?

The boy grew up, as boys all do,
in a world that mocked what he once knew.
Called "crybaby" for tears he'd shed,
he built himself big to silence the dread.
Muscles grew where kindness bled,
A hardened shell for a heart that fled.
Yet beneath the glare, behind the might,
he yearned for hugs to hold at night.

Strong on the outside, but still so soft,
he craved affection, the love he'd lost.
Though he seemed fierce, with eyes so bold,
he was still that boy who wished to hold
a hand, a heart, a love so true,
he would move mountains for this wish to become true.