What Jesus Made Poem by Eli Medina

I think about you when it rains,

thats when thoughtless thoughts come into play,

I rate my love for you a 10 any day,

but mostly when your love seems so far-away,

I see a spark in the dark and I say to myself....

''It must be her heart''

or is it your eyes that gives off the same light that Jesus does...
just before 'he' begins to cry,

that must be why I compare you to angels....
cause God just clipped your wings and set you on a swing,

so we could enjoy the finer things,

'smile for me' strike a pose...
so I could impale it into my soul.