I'M Naked Poem by Mike Gift

and the wind blew
fallen kite was pulled up high to the sky again
dancing with the clouds
smiling with the sun
floating above all blues
please run my dear
run
thus i'll fly

let me sing
a song of yours
deep down from the inside
putting smiles on you is something i am eager to do
let me tell
a story of yours
from the beginning
till no end
even there is no touch, i yours. still
let me scream
a name of yours
as if i am welcoming the angel
up from above
in my eyes, there is wing on you
let me hold
a hand of yours
when you smile and when you cry
despite of the numbers of hands on yours, i believe my turn will come
let me share
a joy of yours
with me
without me
the world is dark, you've just lit it up
let me rant
i love you