You made me a Human
By teaching how to survive.
You made me a New Man
By telling how to revive.
You made me a poet
By inspiring me to write.
You made me an artist
By painting the canvass white.
I don't write the words,
I just write my feelings.
I just don't paint the picture,
I show my heart's dealings.
I write what I hear,
I paint what I see.
Only two person matters,
One You and Second me.
Poems and Paintings can end,
But never can end our relation.
While Thinking about you,
Here comes again a creation.
