You granted me many hearts, loads of security and infinite wisdom.
Life grew jealous of your hidden beauty.
All those marvels relaxed in your poetry book. Lightning, thunder, and raindrops.
The strength of your character, the scent of your skin I've always adored.
The way you ignored my reality in your life makes you fearless and puzzling.
I'm not nagging, you drove in life like a god, and you bloomed into a human.
It is an essential sacrifice in the name of love.
Darling, did love ever endure in his trials?
You granted me with many hearts, and I buried them all.
I walked beside the demons of anxiety and concern; your poems were never a cure for my poor, poor soul.