Knowing that by you he exists. <br />Even then before my birth. <br />Somewhere, <br />deeper silence plays for him. <br /> <br />And the ring from which the eye. <br />Which hides rare form your life. <br />The ring around the colored iris. <br />Help him, let me help you, inward glow. <br /> <br />Happy is the day all play, <br />of he whom is himself and burns, I am. <br />Turned upon are we alike, <br />and turned it parting lovers lips that start. <br />And to make her happy, <br />thus and happy to her when he to her makes. <br /> <br />Profits do of what was done then once itself. <br />And love it does to her, when to her it does come. <br />So open up and blush the bloom, surprise her.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-make-her-happy-2/
