I presume it is okay, and perfectly rational to write poetry dedicated for you.
In remembrance of you.
My semblance is with you.
A month without talking, and I water my roses, as sentences for you.
Claudia, our Star has only begun, and I die, I cry, within, as I am not able to spend this with you.
Insights, and epiphanies, dies and whither, imagination.
I hold on while I miss you so strong.
My poetic expression has not faded.
And your love still, believe it or not, provides me elation.