But you are me!
Rejoice!
A charming
piece of you
You gave me
Did I returned
The minimum?
Shredded I
The beauty
you offered
In excess?
I share,
I give birth
Only to you.
My poetry
Our sweet child,
The sequel
Of your nice
Gift to me.
Something must
escape far
From decay!
To scream loud
That the man
Hasn't fallen
Into nothing.
He exceeds
Himself, as low
Even if he is!
As longer he
Exists somehow,
Humiliates
He the Death!
Able to live
Even when
He doesn't live ...
Through this
He left behind
By true love
To another!