A Poem For You.

 

Here's a verse for you
You, a rain of a desert,
A snow of the lowlands, and
A wiling tint of my check-shirt.

You, must you be loved
To keep from dying?
For heaven shall fade away
When you collapse.

They won't have room
For your divinity to uphold
So, they shall make you words
And let you fall like a cloudburst.

It is like me,or us,
Who'll pick your pieces
And assemble them to create
a piece of pieces - a masterpiece.

Every beauty of poems
there lies has you entrenched
Or,your parts,as I may say
In here also, there lies...it's "you".