Your Perfect GiftNext PoemYou are the spark of life
In my mundane existence,
The light that I cling to
In this stable dullness.
I know that you feel the same
As I look into your eyes
And see the love hiding there
Behind the sadness.
Inside I am trapped by loneliness
But you have the perfect gift-
You can penetrate the internal mists
And I catch glimpses of rationality
When our gazes meet
And all the pains. disperse.© 11/9/01