If love is you
Fresh like cherries
Why are they looking
For something else

If patience is you
Dark as a night
What am I seeking
Up and low

If truth is you
Loud as silence
Where am I turning
To east or west

If you're the goddess
Pure as river
When am I getting
A fairy visit when I'm asleep

If sadness is you
Painted on my wall
Who am I to judge
You're dead or alive
© S. Francis Hector