poem

• sun rises with a great mystical bloom.
  o...how i wanted to see,
  needed it to tear my eyes,
  of that light of sun,
  with colors of thousands of fairies.
  the shining effects me on different realms,
  o...how i wanted,
  how i needed to see.
  true love's blossom of unnamed fairies,
  those who shine upon us,
  be and ready to protect for us.
  my angel,
  my dear wife,
  put your sad wings around me now,
  and keep imagining,
  of that unnamed fairies,
  with me.
  
  love u.