Dear Poet,

You brought your words to me
Your life you shared with me
My pain you sought to heal
My cross you already bore

My life in ecstasy
In awe of your words you see
So crafted the masterpiece
Great praise I reserve for your works

Only the strong survive
Without a tear in their eyes
Of a narration so dear and true
Our stories laid out in your words

You hear the call of the meek
Of the strong, the poor, the oppressed
The mute, you hear
The deaf, you speak
A gift for everyone...
Like Santa, I love you

In praise I write to you
For your works, a lifetime it will be
If abstract it is
If it catches the feeling...
A word is enough for the wise