Morning Reaper, okay, waiting to see your poem.
"YOU"
You are the thread that mends the pants.
You are the dirt that makes the ants.
You are the nail that holds the chair.
You are the color going through my hair.
You are the life flowing over me.
You are the roots that hold the tree.
You are the tear running down my cheek.
You are the one who is never weak.
I know that words are not enough
so heres a kiss from one of us!
- Reaper FReeper 2005