Your poem

A poem for you In hope my feelings could come through A poem where sky would not be blue But filled with you While knowing I am grey to you Wishing I could grow a lotus for no matter how tiny bit of a seed it is While you have put on emotions of budhha Making your poem stiffed with cold From the winter that has it's origin from you Is this poem bound for desolation a failed voyage for me that is adrift "By the raging storm of my feelings"