All right, I'm still polluted, but here is an award winner. At least, you'll know that I know my stuff.

Question

In temperance and faith hast thou for years
Watched o'er me. Thou hast smiled whene'er I gained
Small, human gains and bittlerly wept tears
Of light to save me when my own light waned.

And I, of thee, have thought regretfully
Scarce more than nothing, save to ponder thy
Benev'lent light on nights I could foresee
No respite from the chill of nighttide's sky.

Thus, weep thou not o'er me, as I should weep
O'er thee. For in thy sacred place above
No arms will e'er encircle thee, nor keep
Thee warm, nor hold thee in embrace of love.

While I, below, whom thou hast loved much,
Know well the sweetness of my lover's touch.

Answer 1

i'm srry but wat is your question supposed to be?

Answer 2

Poems are made by fools. I fear
That I am running out of beer.