Small and weak once I was
Not a poet’s sonnet to speak
No concerto of my own
Ever silenced within the confides of my own
Self
You came to me,
Brought me the love of
The sister I wish I could have
You spoke and unexpectedly I had
Flight
Ever soaring,
Triumphing higher
Dancing within the sovereignty
Of which you given perpetually
Love
The adore of a lyricist,
The essence of the melody
The stroke of a pencil
All came from your empathy which reasons me to
…Aspire…