A response to poem, 'I am' |
You may be a tree but no longer alone With so many friends to call your own You weren't a knife that pierce the heart But rather Cupid's arrow doing it's part You may be seeking a flower on which to sit But your blooming effect makes it well worth it You may be kitten but why would you run If you stay we could have so much fun An insect you may be who would hurt you With your over flowing love who would want to Broken you may be but an unwanted toy no From within you comes a brilliant glow A sick little puppy but you have no fear I will comfort you with love and care If there are pages ripped from your the book The hurtful pages are the ones I took So my little whoever you may be From this day on you will be love unconditionally |