Persona

Im subjective to love the little things,  for the world we hardly know,  but the gander scale in life, how precious is the snow, I cannot believe the dark clouds parts of which are rain, seem so close to shroud my heart, when fitted was the pain, believe me when I say I've mourned 
Countless times in misery and poured my heart out for all to see, that death itself had full control,  I had faith then to console,  but what of all the lovely bones
I made starlight out of air, and when you found my heart belonging to the moon way up there,  made night so dark so I could see, that heaven had a plan for he, but love is strongly advised to stay, and in his light I always pray, for the sanity and the freedom to live within the days of loving cause,  for only once the love is gone should our timely love there pause, and take on the stars as a victor in this  war, my eyes were there,  my heart is sore
But great strength sees me love thee more, past the persona of heavens door.