Because of you I held the pen again
in its every stroke
comes the memory you inked
deep in this throbbing heart.
For years, words groped like
a traveller void of map,
like a candle without wick,
like a paintless canvas.

Because of you
the flame burns again
rekindling the feelings that once lost their fire.
It could ignite a bonfire in the cold now
or a wildfire in the snow.

How sublime!
When these longings
create masterpieces of words--
etched through the magnificence of your beauty in the ******* of the pen and paper.

And when the passion enflames this poesy once more--let the fire burn so high so it reaches the gods and answer my plea.