A Different Love Story

Seven years ago,
A little friend had I.
Five years younger than me,
He was an ever cheerful guy.

We played together a lot,
Both in summer and in winter.
A good athlete was he,
A truly exceptional sprinter.

Uncle had he one,
Who drove an auto for a living.
Numerous gifts to the boy
He was always giving.

Uncle loved him a lot,
The boy was his sister's son.
He used to join us in our games.
We always had good fun.

Long ago, uncle had a wife,
Who passed away in an accident.
Later he spoke to his sister
And they came to an agreement.

Uncle's two year old son,
She decided to bring up on her own.
He was now part of a new family,
To him the truth was unknown.

I saw them both often,
Uncle and nephew.
They were almost inseparable,
The days spent apart were few.

The story of uncle's life
I got to hear after they moved.
Love and care unparalleled,
Through his actions he clearly proved.

It'd indeed be painful
To be called 'uncle' by his own son.
But his sacrifice won at last;
He didn't deprive him of childhood's fun.

Will the boy ever know the truth?
In a handful of hearts it's interred.
True love forever exists,
And that's what through this I inferred.