You Made The Rain Pour, Poem by Sandra jacks

To see through your eyes,
the eyes of an angel,
the eyes of God,
the perfect eyes,
to know what must be done,
to know how it'll turn out in the end,
to let the hopeless die,
and hear me call you my friend,
after i've stomped on you like the dirt,
after i've lied to you about the hurt,
and when you know i've been a jerk,
how amazing you are,
how amazing it must be,
to be everywhere all the time,
to be peiceing me together,
even when i don't want to try,
and oh how you've been there for me,
all the times i fall,
you know how i feel that,
i'm just way to small,
in this world,
in this place,
to you,
when you tell me it's not a race,
(don't compete) ,
You already have me,
I am alreayd yours,
no denying that,
no,
no denying that.