My most beautiful poem
And all the love I have hope in
If you can accept my care,
If your heart is still open
Or at least if I'm still there.
When I wrote
My least beautiful poem,
The reality was imminent
And five times ago
Everything was in war
Everything was too different
And I couldn't do more
Than write.
Beside
My most beautiful poem,
I feel pretty,
I found in many places
An amount of beauty
That begs me to share,
I wonder why does my love still wander
I wonder if my love would rather be elsewhere,
And if so,
I would love to be there.
I spread
My most beautiful poem
Through the wings of my blue birds
For I've got nothing more than these words
While you're rid of me,
Until you read me.
I bless you
With my most beautiful poem,
With the will
That you'll be warded by it,
With the love I still feel
When I ever observe you,
With the hope I'm enough
To deserve you.
You deserve
My most beautiful poem,
All the words I devote you,
All the worlds that were never real
Where I dreamed
Of me and you.
I give you
My most beautiful poem,
Contradict me if I'm wrong,
I give you my open chest
And a pair of arms
Where you can always rest,
Where you'll never be apart,
If that pain that doesn't fit in your heart
Can still fit in my embrace.
