I've spend long time trying to decide what to give you
I'm afraid I overrated my skills
But I've tried to do your poetry justice
And this is my gift for you:

Poetry is one of the oldest forms of communication known to man
And it has always merged to fit the times
And at some time people decided it was holy land
But I've found it to me so much more than rhythm and rhyme

Your poetry is deep felt and heartfelt
And true to a world filled with hardships and pain
But how peculiar it is that even in your darkest poem
I felt a twinkle of hope, a shadow of a home
An in those colours that are hidden behind midnight black ink
I glimpsed a heart that feels as much as it thinks

I hope I've conveyed what I think of your poems
By writing one of my own
And then we are back to my less honed skill
But these are for you to do with as you will

Prompt: Giving