Through my blindness
you **** me
with your brand
of kindness and
I find less and less
to complain about.

but it's about time
the tide turned
the times that
I
have yearned,
the seasons that
spurned me
the reasons
I
lost on the way,

seeing now
seeing you
being me
dreams come true

I drink my tea
quite happily
and wait
for
carrot cake,