My lord
You are my temple
The church with thousand windows
Bleeding altar
your heart is a flower with thousand wounds
Each word from you had thousand dreams
each time I saw you, I was crying
there was no tears or sounds
still I cried before you
You made me live like a candle
love like a wind
be loved like a child
I am searching for a word to thank you
since “thank you ” is not enough for say
wow,feel sad that i clicked to this poem now only
really a good one n u can do much much better
Thank you and nice to see such a comment from a good poet like you