You are....

• Alice Roscoe, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2006

You are the clouds I long to reach
You are the memories I pray to keep
You're like a flower cupped in my hand
You speak the words I can understand
You are the soul that shines so bright
You are the angel to bring the light
You are the fire that burns in my heart
You are my poetry, inspiration, my art
You're like a song that doesn't exist
You are the light I see through the mist
But if I was to speak with my trust
I'd say you're the one I trust the most
So, let me speak with words so true
To me, the special one, would be you.