I want to be the water that bathes you
Wants to be the sun that heats you Wants to be the honey to sweeten life to it Wants
it to be the way for where you walk I want to be the jewel most precious to be in secret in your heart I want to be the soft breeze that kisses to each dawn
Wants to it to be the storm that involves you in the dusk Wants to be its written history and its soul does not deal among lines wants to be Wants to be the day prettiest of the spring pra to blossom. I simply want to be the poetry in you