What i need

A hundred million miles of paper to write these poetic lines,
a simple smile by the person I love to help me once again rise,
that delicate touch of an angel to be able to fly,
these words of mine to help me flow through this life.

The rising sun to help me wake my days,
those beautiful stars to remind me of those past nights,
my path I walk everyday,
and the people that touch my life in any way.

The certainty that I will never be forgotten,
and that somehow my words will live forever,
that I will be seen as this glorious poet,
I have always dreamt of.

Prophet