Tried something new here. Color scheme is kinda sloppy. I am including the texts of the poem.
You art pieces of the crimson sky,
The sunset whence my world never sleeps.
What for love, tis not meant you!
Live on an empty canvas till morrow escapes dearth,
For you behold colors, purely infinite beauty.
Mine life complete without gold ring or silk,
When sleep found your shoulders, and
Hands beheld your fingers even in satire need.
Death a game on cross-board, for I not fear,
Mine soul not regret, life draped with your memories.
Thoughts fly away in windows for it gather only yours,
Where mine eyes peep to tales drowned in thou smile.
Forth mine mortal body speaks humanity in many lies,
Forth what it not speaks a truth, for it’ll find you in immortality.