My beloved piece
what emotion had me thinking of constructing you?
was it the the butterflies in my stomach
that eagerly wants to mention love
or the blue bird in my heart pleading for help to get out?

Let my hands be the fate to that
but while we patiently wait for it
to craft the masterpiece you are
My beloved poem
I'll take care of you
and I'll let the world know
how precious you are to me
and in each word is carved
to let my emotions live
and the world to admire you
knowing that you are loved