Beautiful Born Poem by Rudolph Adidi

I, running away in the forest of thoughts so full of pleasent uniqueness.
I, crying in the waters showering tears to the earth of gorgeousness.
My heart in heights defined by an emotion adorned to be meaningless in confused highness.
I mourn for thou unending love to erupt those spirits of purity.
I held beauty in my arms presented in wrapped joys of serenity,
to award she whose hands has been honoured to outpour an unquestionable pity.
In love of hearts to infinity I bled to gladness,
Performing in theatres of love so endowed.
She was born to be an evening news sweet to be delivered by the town crier.
Like a blossoming rose, I feel it sprouting my hearts' blood to rage of courtesy in form of what I appreciate: beauty
My fire rekindled to burn my emotions slowly like the notes of a psalmist.
I weep in drowned hearts that appreciates each presence she spends in my phantom skies.
You're beautiful, the way you were born...