If Im Your World , Be My Water

Some poems are written with pen, but some poems are written with pain.

if i'm your world, be my water-
for there is the woman representing nature, a man, unfortunately, resembling water.

being a woman is very frail- yes, indeed.

for it manipulated everything: being saint, the integrity and what we call dignity.

for man that waters her woman, helping her grow. he showered love like a magic wand for it not only draws enthrallment from everyone, but it also touches her soul. he watered her existence like she's the most magical and gorgeous garden he had ever been. and she never knew, not only his love portrays pots of glued petals, but her feelings too. she suddenly bloomed.

like a lil flower that needs care, he watered her pure with tension-

for a woman that helps his man, helping him also grow.

he screams ocean. wordless hymns of the sea: immediate, extemporized passages about waves and sunlight and tides and the constant, beautiful pressure of water on everything. the glory of seaweed slowly swaying, the delicious feeling that foretold a storm in the dry world and turbulence below.

he feels like he's in paradise above. the woman filled his stomach not only with butterflies but with clouds hovering around. her love and sacrifices cleansed his soul for he feel light and pure. and she brought him to the sky where he could hear the angels singing. it's heavenly.

it says, she'll be your world and be her water. water her right and she'll give you anything. like a plant who needs water, if you water it then it'll will grow and give you something. like an ocean, without land it would be nothing.-lift each other and grow together.-