I found my safest, sagest guide
When once my sorry soul had died
There was nothing of it left
Of life it was savagely bereft
But ending my soul’s stark December
She kindled, fanned and stoked the embers
That burned at the bottom of my sad soul’s pyre
Her forcefulness sparked and spread the fire
Warming me throughout my core
I didn't feel dead any more
My lucky life now filled with jest
And I tackle it with zeal and zest
I have grown quite amorous, fond
Of our special, divine bond
Electric, it kindles in my heart
And lives once more again in art