Feeling is Right, Feeling is Wrong

I'm ten years old,
I love a man.
What is love?
A child cannot know.
But it's instinct,
it's nature,
I'm ten years old.
And I'm sure,
positive,
that I love a man.

I'm thirty one,
and a child comes by,
a lonely girl,
with a lonely past.
Sympathizing is one thing,
to let her play in my yard.
To pass the time.
I'm thirty one,
and some child has a crush on me.

I'm ten years old.
I for sure,
Love that man.
I'm a bother.
Annoying.
Still he lets me come to hang.
He's sarcastic,
pushing me off,
but inviting me in.
A strange gentlemen.
Ten Years Old.
I've fallen in love.
I'm sure.

Thirty one,
she gives me this look.
Its wrong to say it makes me thump.
I can see it,
the "her" she'll be.
Is it bad I want that with me?
I'll just be the supporter,
the older role model man.
Her crush will grow out.
I'm a thirty one year old man.

It's not wrong.
It can't be.
But I'm told it is.
I hear it.
That man I love will get in trouble,
worse then the principle.
He'll get in trouble,
because I love him.
So I'll hurry up and become an adult!

She's become strange,
trying hard to act grownup.
Such a brat.
But I find it amusing,
I love her antics.
I'm not a sick man...
I realized I like her.
The her now,
the her she'll be.
I've grown to love a child.
It's wrong,
immoral,
I'm not a sick man!
But am I?
To love a ten year old girl?
Who hasn't known even a kiss yet?

He is trying to push me away.
I can tell.
Grownups act all funny,
when they don't want you to know.
He say's words,
that aren't his.
Blush means crush?
Blush means like.
And he "blushes" when I'm in site.
Those mean words to drive me off,
wont drive off my heart.
I love a man.
I'm ten years old.
I'll wait forever,
till I'm an adult.
But I'll stay by his side.
So we wont get lonely.
He wont lay a finger to me,
he wont even kiss me.
I'll wait till I can claim that,
as my own.

I'm sick,
I'm wrong.
My heart it thumps.
But never had I had,
such innocent love,
since I was a boy.
I can't let her love me,
but I can't push her away.
She'll come back,
no matter what I say.

Given opportunity to grow,
given opportunity to live,
to hurt,
to laugh,
to become a wonderful person.
I'll stand on the side,
watch and wait.
If in the end she turns away,
it was right,
it is moral.
It'll break my heart.

If I turn back,
and hug him as a grown up,
he'll be mine right?
It's wrong,
not good,
but he's fine with watching,
smiling when I do,
helping me grow.
And one day I'll be just right for him,
he can take my hand.
I'll be taller,
I'll be cuter,
To kiss the man I love.
That's a form of heart.

I'll hold the girl I want.

Only when I'm an adult.

Only when she turns back.

I'll love that man.

When she learns the world.

When I'm smarter.

Immorally wrong, conflictingly hypocritical, hopefully optimistic, society viewing love.

Is it possible?