I Wonder U.

My Prince.

I try so hard to be the mantra you sung with great faith.
But my mind is bruised and beaten, so disgustingly taint.
Though when your fingers skim gracefully over the piano.
My heart is caressed with the delicate loving sounds you create.

You are my daily inspiration, always hidden beneath my thoughts.
I'm eternally captivated by the genius of your soul, gods greatest gift. I wish you could've stayed around a little while longer on the stage of life. So that I could've gotten the chance to experience all that you were to the world.

You have left a lasting impression on me, one that I wish wasn't so layered. Pieces of your art have now left traces within my own, always seeping in somehow. You tasted and entertained my thoughts, having me coming back for more. I try to capture all that's left and as the other poets say, I love it when you smile.

I thought I was finished with you about three poems ago.
But it seems that you're the romancer and I'm the romanceé.
I bathe with the alphabet of words and drown in your emotions.
And I'm forever thankful for your everlasting presence, friend.