"Lhea"
Of all the poets I have met
You vent something worth never forget
For it carries something beyond the norm
Despite sharing the same form
Your pleasant voice matches your words
As if like rose whose shaft is a bladed sword
Making others be end amaze
As your rival felt its mind estranged like a maze
Quite nice to see but few may knew
A different you whose care gives soothe
That pressures gone low and no worries in ones face
Because of your caring touch despite in a dilapidated place
Perhaps your songs heal ones old wounds
Same as the rage you've brought rivals deep wounds
Yes that's the real you, the caring, with thought
Behind that poet whose rivals sought.
For Lhea Positibo
2014