My Love

When I was swaying in the wind

Like a paper, plain and dull

You molded me, with the art of love

Every fold,every twist, only made me better

Beautiful I stood, laced with care and passion

And then hit a hurricane

Pushed me into the dark

Ripped my soul, scorched my heart

Into bits and pieces I turned

And can never be complete

For I lost parts of me

Never to be found.