Echoes of a Shattered Connection

You Made me a Poet

You made me a poet,
Because you know what?
You touched my gentle heart,
And filled my mind with beautiful art.
The beauty I think of,
Is nothing other than you and love.
The appreciation I have for you,
Is and isn't something new.
My heart knew I wanted to adore,
But it couldn't predict,
I would feel it to the core.
And make me into an addict.
Your charm really messed with my mind,
Which made me want to be kind.
And even though I am a pretty good swimmer,
Your eyes drowned me with their glimmer.
And the way sun hits them,
Prove that they truly are gems.
And stealing an innocent glance,
Makes me need to dance in their trance.
God upon creating your eyes,
Took a bit few more tries.
Knowing there would be an artist,
He tried his best and hardest.
Making sure you had the prettiest gaze,
To lose the artist in their maze.
Awakening their will to create,
And help them love to a huge rate.
So they would be able to recreate,
What they always longed for from fate.
I find it quite lovely,
Even though you cut my heart so roughly,
Instead of blood escaping,
I can feel fond's seeds shaping,
And from them, flowers are sprouting,
Making me stop doubting,
Whether love is worth sacrifice.
Now, I won't even think twice,
I will always choose to bleed,
But only if I'm guaranteed,
Your pure ocean that lies within your iris,
Will always be there to purify my crisis.