In the realm of innocence, I reside,
Where thoughts sprout like blossoms, unguided.
A child's mind, free from the weight of time,
Where trust blooms, believing all to be kind.

In my world, untamed and carefree,
I wander, blissful, in a reverie.
Unfettered by maturity's demanding reign,
Yet love's flame within me remains.

For you, my dear, I'll give my heart's embrace,
Seeking joy for you, in every place.
Though I may lack the wisdom that maturity brings,
In your happiness, I'll spread my wings.

But there's one thing I must confess,
A limitation that I must address.
Amidst my youthfulness, I fear it's true,
Maturity's path is one I cannot pursue.

Yet in my love, I promise this,
To cherish you, to grant you bliss.
Through laughter, dreams, and a heart sincere,
I'll hold you close, embracing what's dear.

So let me be the child in your world,
Where innocence and love are unfurled.
For in my unwavering devotion, you'll find,
A love that's pure, gentle, and kind.