You were a poem embedded in my heart,
During those first days of spring,
It was still midnight,
When the words came unto me,
Desiring stay,
In scripts and Hearts.

I fell in love with how you became,
You, so beautifully expressed,
Were, but a consummate perfection,
How odd it is that Poets,
Easily fall,
Out of Love with their scripts.
I tell you: with scintilla, I've stayed long nights,
Jotting words, but they end up Foul.

And again she told me,
"It hurts",
She continued excuting,
Her tears,
Falling,
Mom told me again,
"Smile, It won't hurt",
That wouldnt change,
The fact that I am Fatherless,
My mom is a strong women,
She raised me to a man my father was.
My mom is what any mother,
Any parent should be...

Anew to breath,
Fresh to life,
A little daughter to mom,
The youngest in the family.

A soul Ive yet not met,
Or soon to meet.
Her name brings me Joy,
I am dearly Thankful for her presence.

It's not of how be the door,
But be of moments made by those sleepeth in depth,
One is said to have failed to sleep,
Christ, The Messiah.
Death now did mourn,
And mourning became first away from man,

To us, It comes so slender,
Sweeping breath out of bodies,
Souls lay hanging helpless of deed,
What's left of them is being Ghosts,
Be it to Earth remaining,
Or to Heaven ascending.

Words untold, Deeds shall speak,
The art of thine Legacy shall say for thee,
You are the littlest master of your past,
But be thee the significant creator of thy morrow.
Live before your light dies out,
Or yet die before your light burns you.

Did I ever tell you that I see you?
Often with my eyes closed,
Did anyone ever pass my notions to you?
How often I think about you.
I guess you didn't care enough to see through me,
It never bothered you I wish you could know.

Now mine heart so heavy to carry about,
The gift of Love given to me a burden,
Now mine thoughts fish Laughter,
Though smallest amounts I get to catch.
Maybe if this words were told,
If only you knew that for you I keep prayers long,
Well having not told you,
Is a burden enough for I to carry along,
I guess using a gun would help,
Goodbye before you know I did,

If you're reading this its too late,
Please do come at my burial,
I want you to know,
Were mine thoughts of you go with I.

A being desired by ones heart, or thoughts,
A soul untouched, or unblemished by my presence,
Well now since I haven't tasted her Lips,
Hence buddies now saist that I have dread,
And now be it they say  unsophisticated,
Should loving the other be being with them?