For you, <br />The North Wind crystallized, <br />A sapphire brighter than the Sun, <br />With stars that sleep in clouds above, <br />Metamorphosized into doves. <br /> <br />For you, <br />The Moon in your mirror, <br />To envy your complexion fair, <br />To shame in your grace, <br />To hide in your shine, <br />Only to repent when your not there. <br /> <br />For you, <br />The song of the Nightingale <br />A thousand cries it shall serenade- <br />Its music heard only by those of the Gods- <br />With their opus of sigh, <br />In darkness they cry, <br />Echoing in the wings of the fireflies. <br /> <br />But for you, <br />I’m not there; but <br />In your Shadow of splendor, <br />The prick behind the rose; <br />To time as its pasts, <br />The candle then burns, <br />The wax like my heart, <br />No more.<br /><br />Warren Chan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-gift-to-you/
