Who is grace from what I see?
Speak forth thy wisdom of light is she,
Shall I be he who walk on thorns of burning desire?
Seeketh she who’s light prays thee to fire,
Even the sun shameth on your gloomy shine,
And the stars that hides from your starry light.
To shout thy name shall there be glory.
Life be made out of shadoweth fairy.
Who is I who plans to conquer your mind?
Reap thy love for my heart who desire.
Name a thing and I shall give them to you.
Shout my name then your servant shall I be.
She that beholds the light of a blooming fairy tale.
Shameth the light from the mornings heir.
Warmeth is the day spent with she.
Cold is my life never to see.
A smile that’s more tender than the oceans beauty.
For she that is more lovely than a color rally.
A story be spoke to future generations
That there’s a time when she who liveth on this earth,
Who owns the beauty which death cannot behold.
Poetry and Art Is Life 