• to whom it
    may concern
    there is but
    on thing for which i yearn
    a love self
    it i
    forget the rest
    that i have
    to remember to even breathe
    that heaven itself
    is concieved
    that my
    will is forfet
    and that the
    world can not forget
    that till
    my final breath
    it gives my life
    its depth
    to fill
    my soul
    to make
    me whole
    to steal
    my heart
    and till
    death do us part
    so here
    i sit
    are you
    it? pirate