His Poem

Your poem reminds me of knights and warriors before I fall.
Before me, I see pictures not the same. What are they for?
I've wondered if you ever knew I felt this way.

Let me run forever, with gifts upon flowers,
In the grassy fields where floods don't cover,
Where I walk with you,
Where there's mercy and colour,
Where there's glory and skill.
Then there's love, and the power,
And the infinite few.