Poem

If you are made of me, I make you;

When the song is sung, I sing for thou.

Link to the concept of love, both are;

While drawing, I don't have any war.

You create, a path in a portrait;

From somewhere far away, wait.

We are two aspects of finish a image;

When I paint, I paint for the Love cage.

Take me somewhere far, drifting;

I'll take you somewhere far away, I'm flying.

There is a text, which couldn't be written;

Writing to me, I am erasing and eaten. 

Hiding somewhere in my chest vain;

From your chest, I steal your pain.

If you die of glass, it is scattered further;

I lift the curls from the eyelids murder.