He was a small boy,
Full of ambition and naivety—
How adorable he could be!

He was the epitome of innocence and purity,
Just as people describe white roses,
My sweet little boy.

His earthly, humongous eyes pierced into mine,
Filling my heart with waves of love and protectiveness.
What a pulchritudinous white rose, surrounded by thorns of society.

We look alike,
Like reflections in a mirror.
In that split second, I realized: he is me,
Long ago, before my purity was snatched away.
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