Toby.

......My little slender thing
Gone round with food and other
Sustenance unable to be shaken off,
And thus adopted.
......More faithful than the grateful
Souls whose liberation from arrest
Was wrought by strangers from
Across the worlds extent,
......And sweeter than completion
Driven by the labour of uneven
Creatures once unknown, but
Now at work as one;
......Wiser than the open eyes of
Age old sages who scorn
Sleep in awe of knowledge
Learned in lieu of night,
......And more beautiful than youth in all
Its glory and acclaim before the
Passing days conspire to crack
Its transient perfection,
......Though wearier than either of us
Thought possible before we let him in
The middle to expand in all expedience,
And separate our pallet space.