I'd make you my writing if only i could,
Dear to me no matter how good.
The happy ending of my huge strife,
the essential influence, the story of my life.
The blood from my pen tattoing the page,
The white body yellowing, maturing with age.
I'd erase your faults and highlight your beauty,
brand you with my name through sense of duty.
If my words were sophistication you'd be solid gold,
If popularity was love you'd be well told,
If letters were hope you'd inspire my story
words so flowing , my golden glory!
