Stars Poem by Wyatt Fields

Love is shinning,
Love is bright,
Love is in the stars at night.

There i lay out in the cold,
Numbing wind; Internal pain.

I think of you every day,
Looking up; then to say...

'How it started in a breeze
Now a twister killing trees.
Rage and anger before it all,
Attempting death and it's calls.'

I held you on very tight,
But the wind and anger gave me fright!

I showed you love;
But you took it away,
When you said good-bye,
And flew away.

It was my birthday,
I thought you cared,
But apparently not.

I love you past the eye can see,
Maybe one day you'll be...
Yourself agine.