BIBITTE POEM

BIBITTE POEM
Bibitte, the name I chose, for the crowning of the rose, heaven only knows,
Bibitte is the name, that describes the soul that came, as delightful as her name, nothing will remain the same,
As cute as a bugs ear, in the eye a tear, for others, oh so dear,
Herself she would deny, and make a selfless try, to open up the eye, if others would only try,
Loving others would, raise up the sight that could, be seen and understood,
The hug would show the claim, that others were the same, and that rejection was insane,
She left her mark on all, answering her call, in raising up the small,
Uniquely at her best, the life remained a zest, living was a test,
understood by none, when all was said and done, her freedom she has won,
The sacrificial mast, the haunting of the past, brings unity at last,
So loving all again, like the gentle fall of rain, softly so it came,
Her heart was to awake, the mass for all our sake, what will it ever take,
Valaria is now her name to be, heaven surely does agree, with the final victory,
I´would rather loved and lost, she said, than adding up the cost ahead,
Few will ever truly know, the flower that did truly grow, capturing the total row, oh where did all the color go,
The latter of the breath, the claiming of the death, whispers love to all who are left, please try to do your best,
Lighting up the sky, the answers to the why, oh why do people die,
Were made from higher mold, the answers with the bold, as truth it will unfold, were headed for the GOLD.
Eternal dwellings call, from the all in all, for the saving of the all, will you answer the