Make It Real Poem by marwin danao

Don't tease me with your stare
It felt like I've got a Sunday punch
You mesmerized me, what a scare
When someone gave you a flower bunch

You're like a bluebird in the spring
I love the way the song you sing
Your amazing charismatic glamorous being
is the only incomparable thing for seeing

Personifying the morning with gloom of roses
and full of butterflies on petals they blink
Can hear them singing without their voices
Could turn the grass from green to pink

As an angel that touched the ground
dancing with endless lovely sound
While sailing on the wings of clouds
and sent me to a place only you and I allowed

You gave hope to my empty heart
and brought melody to my unpitched life
This moment is the love of art
There's nothing nor no one for us to strife

I don't want to end this feeling
and make hopes for those believing
But Sunday morning my name they scream
I opened my eyes and realized it's only a dream