Make your life an eloquent love letter that touches hearts
Your flesh a surreal metaphor that knows a loving touch
Your blood the persistent rhyme that cradles a generation
What flows through verse after verse are your lines

Make the verse as powerful as you can in your mind
Touch it with sensation and imagination
It is your poem after all, your celebration
Pour rain on the final line with a hint of persimmon

You shall live on in the hearts of men and women
With a kind of climactic end, that makes lovers sigh
It is your lines that makes the poem a powerful autumn
And your creative struggle relevant to the current generation

Make your flesh a love poem.