I only know how to write,

A poem for her every night,

My aim is  just to bring her … a small piece of delight,

I don't know if that's sinful, or if it's morally right?
 
All I know is that she holds my heart like a flying kite,

A kite with a long string that she holds so tight,

She lifts it up, pulls down, steers  it left and then right,

Although it's  painful, although  it breaks my heart, 

I feel safe, because I’m sure angels don't know how to bite,

I won't even ask her to let go of me, I won't even fight...

Cause it feels so wonderful, even though she is far away and out of sight,

She's like a sister, yet we barely ever fight,

 Her soul  is light, bright, just  like a morning ray of light,

When my days go darker she's my only source of light,

Whenever she's away, absolotly nothing feels right,

But I know she's busy with a schedule so tight,

Yet,  all I need from her is a mere second  every night,

I know someday our souls will gather,.. if not on Earth, then at a different sight

Or maybe they'll never gather,  or maybe they might!

I can't ask her to love me, I don't have that right!

But all what's importan now, is that she adores what I write,

That's why I promised to write,

A poem for her every single night.  

P.S.

You are  probably saying “Noway it could be him who wrote that!", or, “How could he write stuff like that?”

My Answer:

Because of you, my dear, the spark will, on its own, ignite.