A Hundred Poems

by roar


I could make hundred poems more
But I could not change this fact for
Bearing witness's the bright half moon
You'll pack your bags, leave us so soon

I could make hundred poems more
The tiger in me scream a roar
But tiger's tiger when only
You are around fighting for me

I could make hundred poems more
Yet what remains is your heart's door
Open to us relieving us
You that lead us to Jesus' Mass

I could make hundred poems more
And prayers these lines reassure
The times we shared and jokes we raised
You I could thank in hundred ways

I could make hundred poems more
But know that thousand I'd endure
For what is million if what's lost
Is you without whom soul is frost.