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.