I wrote this poem long ago,so i wont hold it against u if u dont understand it.

You speak of happiness

in a world long forgotten

my bright eyes have darkened

from to much time in my still short life

You and i were more kindered than my true kin

If i could call you mother

If he cant be my true father,

then let me be reborn as you and call him "lover" instead

You sing of happiness and i hear your voice always

giving me towards a life you could only imagine

I will be there for you

My breath will be your breath

and this heart will be ours