As the journey of clouds fills my eyes,
While the breeze reminds me of my sorrow,
As birds sing,
The peace I try to contain,
Have you come to cast it out of my soul?
While shattered glass can't be pieced together again
While you can't find what you hope for in another land,
Have you come to hurt me?

I wrote just a poem for you, just so you wouldn't remain in the poem. I lost count of how many poems this makes...