Your eyes shone bright with hope,I asked “Is it possible?”
Left you Gratified, a tear on my cheek with radiance and glow
A still-born poet in love smothered by the force of mystifying
freedom, liberated from within to know love - its unabused flow

Grand and arduous poem, an ode now my love turned to an epic
You are matter untapped.Kindling soul to dream and to forget
Unsuitable early days shredded by souvenirs of fear shriveling
under your warmth, weeping wounds of pain, wiped with your sweat

Stepping forward with courage,holding hands by your side like
Flying in the cool winds of Northern sky now blue and white
Days and Dark will knock our door for sure a nest to winter sleep
Every time just you and me sitting near the window in the twilight.